Alex had just appeared three thousand kilometers away, and he still heard it.
The tremendous, soul-wrenching roar reached across the distance as if space itself meant nothing to its source. Alex stumbled, nearly dropping the unconscious dragon, as the sound washed over him. It carried emotions that transcended language: rage, fear, desperation, and a love so fierce it could burn stars.
"Damn! If I had been a little bit slower," he whispered, his face was pale.
He did not know, that he had stolen a once-in-a-lifetime mutant dragon child. He did not know that this creature had been born from two nebula-ranked flood dragons, beings so powerful that they could swim through the void between stars. He did not know that its parents had waited millions of years for this birth, that they had sacrificed portions of their own cultivation to ensure their child would be extraordinary.
He only knew that he had a prize in his arms, and he needed to secure it before it was too late.
