"Ah, I think I should start training Nyx now," Arlon said, glancing up at the sky.
They had already traveled more than halfway to their next destination when he decided it was finally time.
Nyx had been soaring above them the entire time, her sleek form blending seamlessly with the sky, but training her required more than just flight.
At his call, Nyx responded immediately. She drifted downward with a slow, controlled descent, spiraling like a feather caught in the wind.
Her wings barely made a sound as she landed gracefully on the ground.
Arlon reached out, running a hand over her smooth scales before speaking. "Nyx, the next time we encounter a monster, you'll be the one to handle it—after I incapacitate it."
Nyx tilted her head, her intelligent eyes watching him closely.
His plan was simple but effective. He would weaken the enemy first, ensuring that Nyx had a safe opportunity to finish it off.