Spike eyed the sky warily to content himself that any passing drake had not spotted him. From above, the black rock formations proved a formidable cover for any would-be interloper. He then considered how he had flown to the mountain. He had gone low, retracing the path that Ember had led him. The land that was Ignis’s domain gave the impression of being devoid of life. But what was to say that there were eyes other than dragons that watched this sacred place? His anxiety could not be quelled no matter how often he tried to reasonably explain to himself that all was alright. The very idea that someone would see him and thus haul him before his fellow drakes positively terrified him. Even his friendship with Ember may not be enough to stave off whatever punishment awaited him for the desecration of a holy shrine. Spike hissed through his teeth at the thought. Dragons were not exactly the forgiving type. However, the rush of fear was quickly overcome by his redoubtable stubbornness. He had come too far to stop now.