A small black shadow in the sky is moving swiftly, it is none other than the Black Dragon Audwin forced to become a temporary mount.
The fiercest Knight in history, Farael, is standing atop the dragon's head, arms crossed, gazing ahead. The massive airflow ruffles his clothes and hair, but cannot move his steps.
"There are traces of battles here." Farael suddenly looks down at the ground below.
On the ground, vast areas of destruction can be seen, indicating that the one who took action had a considerable level of power.
"This... is Fafnir's aura." The Black Dragon Audwin, who was always resentful of being ridden by Farael, now showed a hint of surprise in its voice, putting aside its indignation.
Farael said, "It's only a bit similar to Fafnir's aura... Fafnir wasn't this weak."
