"..." The exaggerated demeanor immediately drew eye rolls from the group of dragons.
"...It's almost like having a stirring dream," Lizrite said. She and the other dragons all felt a sense of shared glory.
Thirty-two years had passed, and the memories of Barto Hell seemed distant now. But the shock and tension of numerous near-death experiences—and even one actual death—on that bloody battlefield still echoed in their hearts. Their return from hell was an experience probably more thrilling than the entire lifetimes of many other dragons.
"Why is it so quiet here? I can't feel any lively natural aura at all," Shadila, a Druid, unexpectedly blurted out, deflating the dragons' mood and transporting them back to the stifling solemnity of past battlefields.
"Be on guard!" Upon hearing Shadila's words, David, who possessed the sharpest senses among the dragons, also sensed something amiss.
