When he entered the dungeon, the color of his eyes was blood-red, his claws hadn't reverted to their human form, and judging by his roars, his fury had yet to subside. Mel couldn't find peace until he vanished into the darkness; it was unknown whether he was furious at his own inadequacy or at betraying the Earth Dragon's instincts, but when evening descended, his name was being mentioned in a completely different corner of the Outer Circle.
"Tell me exactly what you saw, and don't you dare skip the slightest detail!"
There were two people inside a room nestled in the corner of a single-story structure encircled by towering walls. One was a woman, sitting on a wide armchair positioned over the solitary rug on the wooden floor, her dark skin practically glowing under the moonlight seeping through the window.
