Strax, Tiamat and Ouroboros were transformed into imposing dragons, their scales glistening under the sun, reflecting a spectacle of vibrant colors as they flew over the vast lands below.
The wind cut fiercely through their huge wings, while their tails moved gracefully, adapting to the flow of the air. The women were on their backs, with expressions of alertness and anticipation, ready for whatever was to come.
Beatrice, Monica, Cristine and Samira looked around, amazed at the strength and grandeur of the creatures carrying them, but also uneasy about the situation, after all... it was a bit terrifying flying at the speed they were without protection.
Beatrice, ever curious, was the first to break the silence, staring at Strax with fixed eyes. "What about Scarlet and her Daughters? Are they coming? I thought they were all together, but so far, nothing from them..." His voice was filled with a growing doubt, anxiety evident in his tone.