Sylas had no idea what she was talking about.
He had seen a great deal since the Summoning, been through endless battles. He had seen worlds collapse and had even destroyed a couple of them himself by this point. But dragons had remained strangely absent.
He hadn't even come across a single corpse. They didn't even appear in Dungeon. The closest thing he had ever experienced came from something he still didn't understand. When Earth completed its fusion with the world the Efivara destroyed, its laws had begun to mend, and during Sylas' own breakthrough thousands of Spark Masters had manifested in a single sitting.
At that moment, two cries had echoed through existence, one carrying the undeniable Will of a phoenix, the other that of a dragon. Sylas hadn't seen either one. There had been no body crossing the skies, no enormous silhouette from beyond, and yet he had known what they were with absolute certainty.
