The sky had turned cold as their primary source of heat took a rest. The wind bellowed on the empty sand but the fire on a simple fireplace couldn't be put out. The snoring of a young man beat the peace of the other two, however, facing the calm wave, a dragon and a monkey sat still.
The monkey crossed his arm as he contemplated something while the dragon was waiting for his reaction.
"At the time, yes, I was sober."
"I knew it, you were the only one of your race that could pull off that stunt."
The monkey lifted a bottle of booze against the bright moon on the horizon. The liquid inside glistened as a wry smile appeared on his face.
"Devil Ape Art: Heaven's Fury huh."
The dragon's whiskers quivered before saying, "Y-yeah, I manage to see how you activate that technique. A technique you could activate only when being sober since it was driven by extreme madness. A technique that could—"
