The human guards could do nothing as Michael strutted into the swirling portal, entering into the Draconic Tower.
Immediately, he found himself transported into a new world. A large castle in the middle of an endless sky. This castle sat atop a large island floating, not by magic, but through the power of thousands upon thousands of wyverns carrying it with the ropes strung along their bodies.
Michael walked towards the entrance, finding himself in the midst of even more guards. They regarded him with surprise and suspicion.
"Who are you?" they asked him, readying their weapon. "This is a gathering of the most important people in all of New Sparta! You are in the vicinity of people who are in the same league as kings and queens! Best leave now before we force you."
It was at this point that Michael stopped and looked at the guards. "I am the leader of the Reborn company."
As soon as he said those words, the guards all looked at him with surprise.
