Chapitre 126: New Arrivals

The dragon sat on top of the cliff, quietly resting as he slowly recovered his mana. His head was turned towards the destroyed smouldering forest under him. Thick clouds of smoke were rising up from the black burned remnants of trees. The smell of ozone and burned wood was still perpetuating through the air.

Figures in black were walking around in small groups, their weapons glittering under the omnipresent red light. The occasional sound of a fight coming from the forest.

Suddenly commotion erupted, the masked figures quickly heading in one direction. The dragon's head immediately sprung up, 'Something must have happened!'

"Your draconic highness, my friends, has arrived!" a lonely masked minion stood under the cliff, shouting towards the sprawling clouds of smoke on top of the cliff. The dragon immediately recognised him as the spy.