Retreat

Bailong was trying to keep track of everything before him. The blank white walls in front of him, the bright empty skies through which the black dragon flew towards the Aliferous castle, the and the future of Sevir as he headed out of the tunnel, holding a pickaxe, in tatters.

Through the cave, no one paid attention to his tattered state as he rushed towards them with urgency. Bailong hadn’t heard a word, but he witnessed the confrontation and the unbelievable abilities.

Before Sevir reached, RuIng’s scream echoed through the room as blood splattered in front of him. He was pushing too hard. Both father and son were pushing hard, seeing the hard time coming ahead.