A large group of dragons soared overhead. Drakes of every kind-Knuckers, Wyverns, Amphitheres, and Westerns. Red, green, blue, black, and even gem drakes seemed to be on the move. Passing over this territory, they flew up high above-intent on something that could only mean one thing. Factions were being formed, again in over a hundred years. Not long for a dragon-but the last time it happened, it was known for being destructive.
Raven’s body language changed as well. “Well, now we have the explanation for all of your intrusions, Shiv. Something bigger is going on.”