Ancient Dragon Call

"It doesn't matter. With these, I can create big guns to add to my arsenal. With this, I can fully control Arf; I can also utilise the Terror Strike Aura as well as Six Strike. I can craft things that will boost my power level beyond compare!"

Seth was truly content with a smile, his sorrow was gone, replaced with expectations when his body and everything around him vanished.

"That is a very fast shift in mental stability!" An aged voice said to him.

Seth was still smiling when he found himself in an unkept office and a middle-aged man behind an office desk filled with papers.

The writing on the papers was strange and moving as if they were alive, and each was red, deep red.

Seth recognised it, Arf used as ink.

He looked at the man and ignored the office nature. He knew who this entity was.

He gathered his thoughts and said, "Greetings…sir!" He made sure the dragon was male with the absence of mounds.