Chapter 72: The past [1]
Among all the twelve paintings on the wall, Calhoun could make out the meaning of almost ten of the them.
"Hmm.. That seems to be your home." Isabella commented as she saw the first painting. A huge black dragon was flying in the air above a white two storied structure.
Dylan didn't respond or correct her. Only he knew that it wasn't the black dragon's home but the Vemond Mansion.
Calhoun gazed at the painting and went to the next one. This time the black dragon had started the destruction.
The dragon was ripping off heads and chests of wizards, and beasts. It showed mercy on no one. There was chaos everywhere.
Calhoun and Isabella didn't understand the reason was unleashing such a chaos and hence they moved to the next painting.
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