When David, his face covered in bloody scratches, arrived at the prearranged rendezvous point on the ground. He was accompanied by his elderly Silver Dragon father—who, for reasons unknown, had once again assumed a female Drow Elf form and was now limping—and a Drow slave. There, they met with a few of David's subordinates.
Even the worldly Hiatt couldn't help but be taken aback by the scene before her.
The evident injuries on David's face could only have been inflicted by another dragon.
She recognized Alianna, who was even one of her former private creditors.
Thus, it could only have been that Drow who didn't seem like a Drow at first glance, based on her demeanor.
Most likely another Silver Dragon with the Shape Manipulation ability, though it was her first time seeing one willing to take on their Drow form.
Master has finally reached that age, huh? Youth is indeed beautiful, Hiatt thought to herself.
