Boom!
Garen grabbed a white spider-silk and tugged at it fiercely.
The extremely-slender silk was actually much tougher than a steel wire, as it did not snap with such a violent pull.
Garen followed the stretch of this spider-silk quickly, and the entire dragon-body moved like a flowing liquid.
Soon, he saw a large circular hole suspended in the white space. The big hole led to a room that was like an aristocrat's study room.
A deathly pale young man with blood all over him was lying on the floor. It seemed that he was losing too much blood. An unparalleled resentment was rising from his body, and this resentment was even almost condensing into a tangible black gas.
"I... Andrew Gordra, vowed here... even if I have to give my soul, will never ever let the Malone Household acquire Gordra!!!"