Hide, Sora, and the grey-haired girl stood frozen at the jagged lip of the cavern, their eyes wide as they stared into the churning abyss of the storm.
The bruised-purple clouds had violently parted, ripped open by a force far greater than the hurricane itself.
Plummeting from the heavens, its luminescent blue scales short-circuiting and dying out like shattered glass, was the majestic dragon. The gate keeper was falling in a catastrophic, lifeless spiral.
But it wasn't the death of the Gatekeeper that made Hide's breath hitch in his throat. It was the horrifyingly calm silhouette standing at the center of the beast's massive, antlered head.
Through the torrential rain and howling wind, Hide's True Sight locked onto the falling figure. It was a man. He stood with effortless, impossible balance against the velocity of the freefall, the fabric of his red combat trench coat snapping violently around his legs.
