Silver Moon Blade retracted its wings, its thousand-meter-long body coiled in the open space outside the plaza. With its massive head resting on its front claws, it looked like an exquisitely crafted silver sculpture. Its silver dragon eyes, half-open and reflecting the dancing firelight, calmly watched the tiny yet vibrant lives before it. On its broad back, three "cats"—one white, one black, and one blue—were frolicking and rolling around. Moonlight pinned down Lightning, who was attempting a sneak attack, with a single swipe of her paw. Coal Ball took the opportunity to pile on, pouncing on Lightning and drawing a low, dissatisfied growl from the latter. To Silver Moon Blade, who was accustomed to silence and solitude, everything before it was full of novelty. This gathering known as a "party" and this atmosphere permeating the air described as "lively" were experiences it had never known in its past memories.
"My lord, dinner is ready." Ed walked briskly to Raylo's side.
