The night sky stretched vast and infinite above Dudu as powerful wings carried him toward the continental divide. Stars burned with cold clarity in the moonless expanse, but the Night Dragon needed no celestial guidance. The Meister bond pulsed within his consciousness like a beacon—an unbreakable connection that transcended distance and barriers.
Klaus. Master. Family.
These concepts existed not as words but as primal understanding in Dudu's mind. The dragon had grown dramatically over the past year, now the size of a full-grown griffon though still a juvenile by draconic standards. His obsidian scales absorbed starlight rather than reflecting it, rendering him nearly invisible against the night sky except for the occasional gleam of golden eyes.
