In a dark room, a man in suit sat behind a large desk. With a roar of fury, he slammed his hand down, and a wave of dark magic pulsed outward, rattling the scrolls on the walls and sending tremors through the floor. A nearby figure, a cloaked man, flinched.
"Master, what is it?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"The fool I sent to find the dark stone… he's dead," the man in suit growled, his eyes burning with a malevolent light. "And he was killed by a boy with white dragon energy like I saw in the screen I use to watch him, but I didn't see the boy only heard his voice."
The cloaked man stared in disbelief. "White Dragon? I thought they didn't exist."
"Exactly!" the master bellowed, his voice filled with venomous frustration. "That's why I can't believe a mere Argentum Academy student killed Lion. I thought I made him powerful enough after summoning him. But the power of a White Dragon… it's something else entirely.
