A ripple spread across the pond.
The miniature black wolf flickered into view, crimson eyes gleaming with ancient hunger and something older than memory.
Then.
A vast shadow swallowed half the map.
A piercing cry split the air.
A colossal eagle descended from its domain, wings spanning storms and trailing golden lightning in their wake.
"Master."
Its voice was sharp. Regal.
"I will join as well."
Aryan blinked. "That's Pymon?"
The ones they were riding upon. At that time, it was as massive as a small continent, with a world on its back filled with various exotic birds.
John smiled, the easy smile of a man who already knew how this story ended. "Of course. Each of my Sovereigns can carry their lineage with them anywhere and instantly phase them back here as well. It's interdimensional pathways I've installed as traits."
"Second spot goes to Pymon."
