I gasped, jumping to my feet, and dashed outside.
Seeing this, my bodyguards—who, as always, waited for me near the entrance, ready to pounce on my back if I tried to leave the hive alone—dashed after me.
"Father, wait! If you are heading into danger, let us stay close!"
I slowed down so Destroyer's team could catch up with me, but then flew right toward the source of the noise.
Very soon, I saw a scene that made me grab my head in panic.
A familiar trio of dragons, whose names might've been more prophetic than I planned, landed on the ground only forty meters away from the training Beemarines.
Close enough to still tower over them, and to easily attack if they wanted to—but I knew they wouldn't!
Unlike *these* Beemarines, who never worked at Camp Rich, and only heard about dragon taming from rumors.
They already flew into a combat formation, while Scourge, Disaster, and Woe barely showed any alarm!