Finally, it was time for the delegation to depart.
Knights and beasts made their final checks, bustling about.
The kings and high-ranking nobles began to prepare to mount their beasts.
Then, in the center of the plaza, a massive presence descended gracefully, drawing all attention.
Marcus had landed.
As the enormous dragon touched down, an overwhelming pressure swept across the courtyard like a wave.
"This should do it, right?"
Marcus subtly glanced in Michael's direction.
Michael had asked him to make a dramatic entrance—to exude majesty.
Michael stepped forward, wearing a calm smile, standing confidently beside Marcus.
His intent was clear:
To show off the prestige of having a dragon at his command and stir envy among the gathered rulers.
And just as he hoped, the kings and nobles began to eye Marcus with undisguised interest.
"Ahem… Lord Michael. Your dragon is truly magnificent."
Romano II was the first to speak, his gaze filled with greed and longing.
