Black Night In Dreonah [3]

"What in the world... is he?"

One of the knights stationed behind the fortress walls of Dreonah muttered the question lingering in everyone's mind.

Every gaze was locked skyward, watching—no, witnessing—the unthinkable. A lone boy, barely sixteen, with wild blond hair, had just taken down a war airship. Alone.

It sounded ridiculous, impossible even, but the proof was right in front of them.

The shattered remains of the airship rained down from the heavens, twisted metal and burning debris streaking across the sky. Moments ago, the massive vessel had been a symbol of hope for them. Now, it was nothing more than wreckage, its destruction brought about by a single black spike that had pierced through its core. And at the center of it all—Dimitri.

He barely paused, barely even took a breath before shifting his gaze to the next target. The next airship.

Anson's expression was grim.