The D-day finally arrived.
Skarr came to the leopard tribe with his teleportation magic, his serpent form coiled around a stone pillar as he prepared his portal. His scales glimmered in the morning light as he looked over everyone who needed to be transported to the outcast territory.
Then Vaelthorn stepped forward.
Skarr's entire body went rigid.
The dragon king stood there in his human form, his silver eyes studying the portal with calm interest. Skarr could feel the immense power radiating off Vaelthorn, the weight of his presence crushing down on everything around him.
Skarr almost peed his body when he realized what was about to happen.
He was going to let Vaelthorn, the actual dragon king, through his teleportation portal. The most powerful being in the entire beast world was trusting him with his transportation.
"Do not worry," Vaelthorn said calmly, reading the fear on the serpent's face. "Your magic is strong enough. I trust you."
