Pride Beneath Foreign Skies
"Eh, Senior, look at their clothes, they don't look like our Drake Empire's clothes. This is more like the clothes of the Blue Empire tribes in the north." At this moment, Harry's sharp eyes caught the difference, and he spoke up, his tone low but certain.
The wind swept across the Golden Sand desert, carrying grains of heat and dust between them.
Leon didn't answer immediately.
His gaze lingered on the battlefield below—the clash of steel, the roar of the Two Fang Reptile, the shifting rhythm of combat—but Harry's words pulled his attention elsewhere.
"Blue Empire?" Leon murmured softly, almost to himself.
There was a faint pause in his expression.
A flicker of surprise.
Why would people from the Blue Empire… appear here?
The Drake Empire and the Blue Empire were separated by vast lands, borders not easily crossed—especially not during such chaos. For a foreign force to enter this region now…
That wasn't coincidence.
That was intention.
