"No one shall pass me"
Amika said the words floating in the air, thirty meters above the ground. Adjacent to the third floor of the scrapper.
Everyone standing down below the scrapper gulped in fear. The threatening eyes of Amika glancing towards them, made an invisible hand clench their souls.
Only a few remained composed not dwelling into fear. Drakon looked around and realized these people can't be used as a force against Amika.
It wasn't how he expected things to play.
Thud...
He walked out from the group to the forefront. Away from the mass, he looked up at Amika and the dragon coiling the scrapper.
Seeing the man lying down burned by Amika a smile broke out on his face, now or never.
"Fools wants to bypass, Flame Empress. These guys sure want to die. They can't even take a single word from her. Muke, let's go", Drakon chuckled and he flew up in the air followed by the old man in grey, his name is Muke.