บท 820: Against the Dragon

Meanwhile, as Mennena was trying to steal the Golden Key somewhere in the castle, Aersus didn't immediately escape from the scene.

His draconic form silhouetted against the moonlit sky, and he maintained a vigilant watch over the castle's perimeter. His keen senses, however, were carefully monitoring any signs of impending danger. As the night wore on, a sense of foreboding gripped his heart, a whisper of unease that hinted at the shadows lurking within the fortress's depths.

"She's in danger…" Aersus muttered as he suddenly realized that he could no longer sense Mennena's presence.

He was right; entering the castle was just plain stupid, and it was simply a suicide.

Then, as Aersus sought to establish contact with Mennena, a subtle shift in the night's air caught his attention.

With a keen sense honed by centuries of existence, he detected the unmistakable presence of another dragon drawing near.

"So it's really him…" Aersus muttered.