Chapter 147 - Scarlet Wings, Above the Clouds
In the northern skies of the Central Continent, a scarlet figure cleaved the air like a living comet.
Scouring the icy currents and gales and tearing through the clouds with authority, a red dragon flew with majestic grace.
Its eyes glowed golden like incandescent coals, and each beat of its wings seemed to bend the very wind itself.
It was a creature feared across the world for its ferocity, its savage intelligence, and its devastating power.
But there was something... different about this particular dragon.
It was one-eyed, and one of its horns was broken clean in half.
Around its neck hung what looked like an emerald-green chain, and firmly fastened to its back was a piece of black leather armor with silver metal plates, secured by enchanted straps and stabilizing runes.
It was clearly a saddle. If someone saw that from afar, they might question their own sanity. A saddled red dragon? That was madness.
Who would dare such a thing? Only a legendary figure like the Demon God Laplace had ever tamed such beasts and commanded them in battle—and he had been "dead" for ages...
But the sight did not lie. The dragon was real, and so was the saddle. That soaring, majestic beast was Ezkalor, the red dragon now answering to Rygar.
He flew with controlled power, gaining altitude with every mighty wingbeat.