Within the countless twisted ripples of space, there exists a compressed secondary plane. This is the true giant dragon's lair.
Under the curtain of Eternal Night, the pitch-black heavens stretch boundlessly. The slender threads of Crimson flames on the ground are the only light in this world. At the end of this desolate scroll, where red and black intertwine, lies a desolate ruin of a palace.
At the center of the ruins, a colossal figure lies motionless. Black and Crimson scales reflect a clear luster; the massive body silently sprawls on the ground. Even with its huge wings folded at its sides, one can imagine the awe-inspiring sight of them unfurled, obscuring the sky. This is an imposing Black Dragon. Yet, at this moment, it lies prostrate, as if fallen into a deep Eternal Slumber.
PAT.
PAT.
Clear footsteps draw nearer from a distance.
Inside Shiayar's Soul Pact Space, the tiny mercury snake flicked its tongue in horror.
