Almost two kiloters high above the ground, Sol was flying at a leisurely pace with his companion on his back.
His body had grown noticeably larger along the way, as he beca comfortable to show off his full length. From his head to his tail, he reached an impressive 150 ters long. An imposing form that was worthy of the term apex predator.
Sol knew that this was not even his final form so to speak. His body was still growing as his strength increased and once he beca a demigod, he had a nagging feeling that he would dwarf even the behemoth that was Tiamat.
From that high up, he could observe basically everything down below with his enhanced eyesight.
From citizens going about their daily lives to farrs plowing the land, and even rchants treading the lands for their tread. He could see everything, all forms and walks of life.
Lustburg was thriving nowadays— a trend he was all too happy to witness as its ruler.
He was also scrutinizing the aerial defenses of Lustburg. Far away from him, he could see the wyverns flying through the sky like him, carrying a rider on its back as they patrolled Lustburg for any threats.
Sol still had his own wyvern and nightmare horse. Though he rarely used them anymore. The beasts were now too slow to keep up with him, nor could they function properly in his imposing presence.
The sa problem popped up here as he rode through the sky in his draconic form, even harder for him to suppress his natural aura. The wyverns would freeze or buckle wherever he went, causing their riders to nearly lose control of their mounts.
The wyverns were not alone; sotis, he could even see witches flying on their brooms and waving at them. They were the ones tasked with working on the large-scale barrier that would protect Lustburg from all external threats.
In order to not disturb them further, Sol was forced to fly at increasingly higher altitudes until he reached half of the general cruising levels of the airplanes back in his ho world in the Pri Universe. Roughly six kiloters above the ground.
“Let take care of the rest.” Sitting on his back, Pandora chuckled before using her powers on them. Sol could feel her mana covering his surroundings before twisting the space in interesting ways.
“It's a high-grade illusion. I think we will basically be invisible now. Unless we get detected by so special mana-sensing radars.”
“Thanks.” Sol nodded to Pandora before asking, “So, how are you feeling up there?”
Calia was the first to answer, “Though I can only feel the wind. It feels very nice.”
“Of course. I surrounded us with a bubble of air. Otherwise, it would be difficult for us to talk properly,” Sol said. His voice was deeper than his normal tone. Flying so high above in the sky without any kind of protection was definitely not sothing a normal individual would be able to take, regardless of their species.
Pandora and Persephone were one thing. After all, with their realm, even if their bodies were not particularly strong, resisting so fast winds, cold and lack of oxygen was no problem for them.
But with Calia, as she was now, it would be nigh impossible for her to even breathe properly at such an altitude along with the increased speeds they were traveling. He hated how she refused to let him heal her and hated even more how she had sohow managed to convince him with her logical argunt.
Hopefully, the fountain of youth the elves had would be useful for him or he would make it useful with his powers.
“Personally, I believe this will be a day to rember. I must be the first witch to have ridden a dragon.” Persephone was quite giddy about the whole affair as well. Flying was nothing new for her. But flying on the back of a dragon was definitely sothing worth bragging about to just about everyone.
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“I an. You have already ridden the dragon. Just not the way you’re doing now.” Pandora did not miss the occasion to throw a dirty snicker of a joke at the witch and imdiately ducked to avoid Persephone’s fist while Calia exploded in a raucous bout of laughter.
Sol found the interaction between the three won extrely heartwarming. Pandora in particular was more open around him nowadays and he could finally see the woman who hid herself behind the veil of the stressed Demon Queen.
Once the laughing stopped, Calia placed a hand on Sol's scaled back and asked, “What is your plan with the elves?”
“This ti I have no plans. I do not need any plans. The battle is already 80% won so to speak.” He laughed, his voice like booming thunder and the wrath of the gods.
Thanks to the information the Hounds shared with him, Sol knew just how much of a ss Nefertiti had caused in the great forest of the proud and snide elves.
But even without that, thanks to his draconic origins, Sol was already technically one of the leaders of the elves. Thanks to Nefertiti, that position had more or less solidified into an official recognition amongst the haughty race.
“I am more interested in what Persephone plans to do exactly. Don't tell you plan to waltz there and say sothing like, I am sorry Satella for beating you so hard your pride was destroyed and your path broken.” Sol was genuinely curious about what Persephone wished to accomplish.
No matter how he looked at this, anything she said would only look like she was mocking Satella.
Persephone obviously understood this point quite clearly. “I do not think what I did back then was wrong. However, I may have gone too far in letting my emotions run free. Satella was an enemy. The fact that I did not kill her is already a rcy.”
“Or… You didn't kill her because you judged keeping a crippled Queen alive would be more advantageous than letting the elves choose a new queen who might potentially beco a demigod.” Calia may have not been born during that period but it was easy for her to understand what went through Persephone’s mind when she crippled the queen of the elven race.
“Well …” For once, Persephone was utterly speechless, stumped about what to retort with. So, after clearing her throat, she simply decided to change the topic.
“If I rember well, Southern Pride had a problem with vampires not long ago. There should still be so spies there. Is it a good idea for you to show up?” Though she may have changed the topic, she was also curious about the affair and was also a valid concern for the group.
“Oh, no worries.” Pandora laughed and her appearance changed. From a mature woman, she changed into a young adult, her voluptuous body becoming thinner and her golden hair and blue eyes were now dyed purple.
“I plan to continue using the identity of my daughter. Anastasia.” This was the identity she had used to enter Lustburg, after all.
It was still too soon for her to reveal her true self. She needed to wait for the right mont.
“Heh. It's quite pitiful. I wonder just how much pressure you must be under to be forced to use your daughter's appearance.” Pandora could only bitterly smile at Persephone’s words.
Sharp words. But they also represented a truth she could not deny.
“If my suspicions are right, that woman should be a demigod by now. Or, at the very least, she should be half-step in that realm like Lilith or Wukong. The only reason I am still alive is because she cannot attack directly. As if it wasn't enough, our ancestor is giving her support.” She hated admitting her weakness but there was nothing she could do about this.
“He is a demigod, right? Your ancestor I an.” Sol asked.
“He is. A relic of the past from the era when the only divine beasts in existence were the angels and the demons. He is a True Demon but he lost most of his divinity at this point.” Pandora shrugged. “The reason isn't exactly known but so information led to believe his divinity was destroyed by Lord Anubis.”
“Ohohoh. Well, I wouldn't be surprised. My father-in-law is quite the fierce man.” More and more, Sol was interested in knowing Anubis's story. It must have been the stuff of the legends.
The adventures of the Son of the Demon King would be quite interesting to read.
Sol laughed to himself while slowing down. The distance between Lustburg and Southern Pride was enough that it would take days for them to tread it by carriage.
But at his maximum speed, it would only take a few minutes for them to arrive at their destination. Still, he wanted to enjoy his ti with the three won.
Like this, they leisurely flew and exchanged jokes in the sky.
“Speaking of, did you warn the elves about coming today?” Calia asked suddenly.
“I told them I was coming. They simply don't know it will be today.”
His voice was filled with mirth. He was definitely looking forward to their reactions.
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