[The Black River of Zahryssar — Midnight]
The storm devoured everything.
Rain crashed violently across the cliffs while the black river beneath Zahryssar roared like a living beast awakened from ancient depths.
And somewhere within that endless darkness a massive silver body crashed violently through the raging waters.
SPLAAAAAAAAASHHHHH!!!
Lyresaph fought against the current furiously, his massive claws scraping against underwater rocks and his blue eyes glowing sharply beneath the storm.
Because upon his back Levin still clung desperately to his scales, one hand wrapped tightly around the dragon and the other protecting his stomach instinctively.
The freezing river water soaked through Levin's robes entirely. His breathing had already become unstable, and every violent movement of the river sent pain twisting through his exhausted body.
Because upon the back of Lyresaph, Levin still clung desperately to his silver scales.
