Chapitre 135: Chapter 124 Mysterious Night Colors

The scene shifted once again—

A towering figure, appearing before him like a mountain.

"Remember, this item is of utmost importance, it concerns the future of our Black Dragon Clan, you must find it, find that sword, but you must act alone as a dragon, and you must be stealthy, understand?"

"Yes, Lord Nesario, I understand." Yarandel's heart leaped with joy.

He was finally able to demonstrate his power.

The scene shifted once more—

Yarandel was searching for the sword amid the ruins, surrounded by darkness, shadows seemingly hiding countless dangers, but he didn't care, he only wanted to find that sword. At last, he found it, but the sword was in the hands of a dark figure.

He hurled himself at it without hesitation.

The shadow charged at him too, battling, biting, clawing, Yarandel felt pain as his body was slashed by the blade, he was bleeding, he tasted the familiar flavor of fear, that once-forgotten memory surfacing once again in his mind.