The massive dragon ship tore through space, flying straight toward [Vyrmgrave Planet].
Outside the windows, broken asteroids, dead stars, and drifting dragon bones passed by like shadows.
Garion stood near the front with his arms crossed, watching the black-red planet grow larger in the distance. "How long until we arrive?"
Varkhor looked at the spatial map. "Not long. Around two to three hours."
Garion clicked his tongue. "Still too long."
Atlas floated beside him.
[You are about to invade an enemy planet. Waiting three hours will not kill you.]
Garion grinned. "Boredom might."
Three hours later, the ship finally arrived at the outer region of [Vyrmgrave Planet].
Up close, the planet looked even more sinister.
Jagged rings of dragon bones, broken armor, and metallic debris surrounded it like a graveyard halo.
Dark red mist flowed from the surface, while countless hostile auras moved across the outer battlefield.
