A dragon cut across the blue sky.
Valerian beat his massive wings and soared high above the great labyrinth, his giant shadow sweeping across the battlefield below.
Whether it was the devils, the cultists, or the Magi of the Allied Forces, they all looked up at the skies and gaped at the mythical figure passing by.
A dragon…
An actual dragon was participating in the battle!
Most of the devils present had seen dragons before, but none of them had expected to witness one in a lower world such as Tron.
As for the cultists and the soldiers of the Allied Forces, they had heard legends about the Dark King's mount. They had all heard the stories about how he rode into battle riding a dragon. Most didn't believe it.
But now, all doubts were squashed when they actually saw Valerian flying overhead.
He folded his wings and dove into the earthen maze. Halfway through the descent, his body rapidly shrank, and he transformed into a panther.
