Whilst his moniker was invoked in a disparate domain of the Outer Circle precisely at that instant, Mel observed the Dark Element—whose visage he had never borne witness to prior—congregating about his vessel. Why was the Dark Element, which embraced him and ensured his survival until the ensuing diurnal cycle every single nocturne, harboring such a voracious appetite to inflict ruination upon Edgan?
He sealed his eyes, coveting to unearth a rejoinder, yet he beheld absolute naught save the ceaseless skirmishes of the Earth Dragon. He possessed zero spans to scrutinize himself, his sibling, or his sire; whenever his field of vision synchronized with this dragon's, the sole sensation he perceived amidst the gore, demise, hatred, and savagery was a sheer arrogance piercing the empyrean.
