The journey through the skies felt peaceful.
Blue skies, clouds rolling softly, and the sun gently warming my skin not that I could feel it. I sat relaxed on my dragon's back, letting the wind caress my face and my hair stream freely. Below me, the land stretched as far as the eye could see forests, meadows, hills, and the occasional ruins of a world already fractured.
I even closed my eyes a few times.
Peaceful.
Almost boring.
But tranquility like that never lasts long in my life.
A few days after leaving the city, with the sun dipping westward and casting long shadows, I saw it.
Smoke. Dust. Trails of magic shooting through the air like falling stars. The faint sound of explosions in the distance.
At first, I thought it was just a monster horde attacking a village. But as I drew closer, I could see formations. Lines. Banners.
War.
Not a skirmish. Not some scuffle between factions. This... was war on a grand scale.
