Massive wings blotted out the sky as the enormous dragons circled slowly over the castle district, bleeding off speed as they approached the open landing field behind Pact Fortress. As they descended, Melita and Noreta carefully surveyed the vast complex below: the towering Energy Towers, temporary roads, encampments of Alliance member states, and the immense energy fluctuations filling the area—fluctuations ordinary people could not see with the naked eye.
Led by Cecil and Typhon and built on this cold, desolate wilderness with manpower and resources contributed by numerous Alliance member states, the "gate" was a marvel Melita had never seen in her tens of thousands of years as a dragon. Her eyes, brimming with magical radiance, could see far more than ordinary people. In her Magic Sight, she could see torrents of magic surging between the facilities, immense energy converging at the center of Pact Fortress, and a "focal point" that seemed to devour all magic, appearing in the real world as a vortex. Even without anyone telling her, she could guess that was where the "gate" stood.
This truly was an incredible undertaking.
The dragons slowly descended and finally landed at the landing field attached to Pact Fortress. Before that, the facility's technical supervisors had already gathered around the open ground, waiting eagerly.
"...This is my first time coming into close contact with dragons," Lady Windsor Mapel said softly, her face filled with emotion. She watched as the two dragons gradually folded their enormous wings, their massive, heavy bodies making the entire plaza tremble as they landed. "It's hard to imagine... Just two years ago, these powerful dragons were creatures that only appeared in Adventure Stories."
"And more than half of those Adventure Stories were written by dragons themselves," Camil remarked casually, shaking his head.
More than half of