On Dragon Island, just after Dorothy left, the petrification curse, which should have lasted another day or two, was suddenly broken. Miss Black Dragon gracefully spread her wings, and the stones that originally covered her body fell off one after another, thus she regained her freedom.
If the homebody witch were here now, she could immediately tell that Miss Black Dragon seemed like a different dragon. In those golden vertical pupils, there was a majesty and determination akin to the Sun.
Unfortunately, Dorothy had already left, and her departure also signified the audience's departure.
This majestic Black Dragon did not intend to chase after the homebody witch. She just sat there, but those dragon eyes seemed to penetrate the constraints of time and space, the boundary between reality and illusion, and locked eyes with someone in the distant future.
Nidhogg spoke.
"Artie, you've crossed the line."
