It did not take long before the two of them arrived above the Thunder Dragon capital city.
But the moment the city appeared beneath them, both Max and Freya felt something was wrong.
An eerie silence filled the air.
There were no guards shouting from the walls, no dragons flying through the sky, no thunderous roars rolling from the palace, and no heavy pressure of an empire ready to defend itself.
The capital stood beneath them like a corpse pretending to be alive, its streets too still, its broken buildings too quiet, and its skies strangely empty.
Freya's fingers curled against Max's chest.
A bad feeling settled in her stomach, cold and heavy, and judging from the way Max's expression darkened, he felt it too.
The first thought that entered his mind was Henry.
