The Place of Burial
They followed the flow of the river, killing, chasing, and moving forward.
Distorted dragons and crazy humans had their own obsessions, yearning for the final result. They were like two fish swimming desperately in the torrent of fate, bobbing up and down in this liquid substance that should not exist in the world. No matter what, the end was ahead.
This river would take them to where they wanted to go.
Kant was laughing maniacally.
The giant dragon also roared incessantly.
There was no point in negotiating, begging, or suggesting. There was only one solution left. It was primitive and pure. Fight, kill, and until the enemy fell. This was the tradition and instinct that had been passed down through countless eras. It was the most effective solution…Physically eliminate dissidents.
Therefore, Tracy slowly became crazy as he fought back.
They fought, they killed, they chased. Whether it was humans or dragons, they all turned back into beasts.