It spread its wings and returned to its perch atop the highest peak.
It opened its mouth and gently placed the hard-won Dragon Egg into its nest, which was lined with Gold Coins and Treasure.
A storm once again shrouded the cape.
Until the Young Dragon hatched, this place would be enveloped in the storm, barring any creature from approaching.
...
The breeze was warm, the sun just right.
Raylo rode on Astra's back, flying steadily at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
The tension and anxiety from the journey here had long since vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease and soaring ambition.
The gains from this trip to the west far exceeded his imagination.
Not only had he successfully eliminated the greatest hidden danger for Black Stone Territory's future access to the sea, but he had also forged an alliance with a Catastrophe Level Flowing Wind Giant Dragon, securing its promise to help.
A promise from Airelia.
The value of this promise was immeasurable.
