[On The Way To Staten Island.]
[On The Back Of The Red Dragon.]
The journey across the fractured skies of New York was a display of absolute dominance. The massive Red Dragon, whose wingspan cast a shadow over the ruined boroughs below, cut through the ash-choked clouds with ease. The heat radiating from its crimson scales created a localized pressure zone, repelling the lesser flying monsters that dared to look up.
"Hey, how come you are afraid of the Centipede, but not the gatekeeper?" Cupcake asked, casually turning her head to Vespina. Despite her small size, she sat near the front of the dragon's broad neck, firmly holding her position as the eldest.
"I think that Gatekeeper is already a King Stage cultivator." She added, her eyes narrowing as she tried to calculate the massive power discrepancy they had just witnessed.
