PAID

Leviathan’s spatial magic, unlike the techniques used by Lavie and other dragon kings, came with a cooldown period after each long-distance teleport. Due to his massive size, Leviathan’s teleportation range was also somewhat limited compared to others. Still, for Leon and Rosvisser, this was their fastest way to reach the northernmost lands.

That evening, after completing a long-range teleport, Leviathan paused to let his magic recharge. Standing near the edge of the dragon’s vast back, Leon looked down at the seemingly endless forest stretching out below, the horizon curving in the distance. Flying above the world on the back of a colossal creature had a way of humbling one’s perspective.

“Magnificent, isn’t it? Everyone’s speechless their first time on Leviathan,” came a familiar voice from behind.

Leon turned, watching as a tall, graceful figure approached, her silver hair dancing in the night breeze like threads of moonlight.

“It’s not the view,” Leon replied, turning back toward the horizon.

“Oh? Then what are you thinking about?”

Leon, hands in his pockets, tapped Leviathan’s enormous scales underfoot. “Just thinking… how much effort it would take to chop down a dragon this big.”

Rosvisser rolled her eyes. She should’ve known her thick-headed husband wasn’t thinking anything profound.

“How much longer until we reach the north?” Leon asked.

“Three days.”

“Which means…” Leon glanced over his shoulder at the group of Young Dragons behind them. “We’re spending three days with these melodramatic teenagers on Leviathan.”@@novelbin@@

“Bold of you to call them melodramatic.”