"Your Majesty!"
Jelena cried out in terror, gripping the Dragon Saddle's ropes tightly, her face pale.
Liu Qian's heart tightened. He instantly understood why the mighty Valyrian legions had met their downfall here all those years ago.
It was not that the Great Dragons had been too weak, but that this environment was too strange.
The Rhoynar regarded the Rhoyne as their mother river, and all the gods they worshipped were connected to it.
The Ancient Rhoynar had even commanded powerful Water Magic.
The Rhoyne's upheaval had been caused by this very Water Magic.
This fury of nature, stirred by a curse, had created an absolute exclusion zone for flying creatures.
Violent turbulence and thick fog made it difficult for Great Dragons to fly steadily or see, while those terrifying waterspouts were even more lethal.
This was why over a hundred Great Dragons had all died in a single day!
"Jelena!"
Liu Qian made his decision at once, roaring toward the Silver Dragon struggling in the wind, "Get out, now! Leave this area! I'll stay here alone!"
"No, it's too dangerous! I want to stay with you!"
Jelena's voice was resolute.
"Do as I say!"
Liu Qian said calmly, "You'll only hold me back if you stay here. Get out. That's an order!"
He knew full well that she could not cope with this bizarre magical weather.
Jelena bit her lower lip. Looking at Blooddance, still striving to maintain his imposing bearing in the gale, and Liu Qian's resolute gaze, she finally nodded with difficulty. "Be very careful."
She guided Silverfall into a difficult turn, fighting against the gale little by little as she rushed toward the outskirts of the Sorrows.
"Blooddance, you leave too."
Liu Qian patted Blooddance's neck and pointed to a relatively open stretch of gravel below.