Neveah stood with her arms crossed before her. With the infernal dragons carrying out their orders, she had taken the short moment to change into her riding suit, which had now become the most convenient attire for her, compared to a regular dress. The snug fabric molded to her form, offering both comfort and ease of movement.
By the time she returned to the landing platform of the Infernal Castle, Xenon was already waiting. Any moment now, the portals from the Academy of Magic would open.
How many mages would arrive? Neveah wasn't certain. She had conveyed her request to Lord Egwain, the head of the academy, and he had been more than willing to comply. This was, after all, a rare moment, one where the academy was granted a place at the front lines beside the dragon lords.
