High above the land, powerful wings beat through thick clouds. Ingi, the Dragon King, flew fast, his sharp eyes focused ahead. His dark scales glinted with traces of gold, and each flap of his wings pushed him forward like a force of nature.
He didn't slow down. He couldn't.
He was searching for Zephyros—the Thunderstrike Wyrm. One of his sons. The strongest lightning dragon to ever live. And now, something was wrong. Ingi had felt it. The skies were restless. The wind no longer carried Zephyros's presence the way it used to.
Below him, the land was changing. Dry hills gave way to fog-covered swamps. The air grew heavy, damp, buzzing faintly with distant lightning. The storm here wasn't natural. It didn't come from the clouds. It came from the marsh land.
Ingi narrowed his eyes. The air itself felt tense, as if it were holding its breath. That was a sign. A dragon's storm had touched this land—and not long ago.