"What the hell is going on?" Dave asked to no one in particular. He was feeling that something was pretty darn wrong right now. Not that he minded Onixya being the next big baddy in the Wilds, Afterall the tiny terror was his tiny terror.
But you just don't make a new ruler if there is still another ruler, so could the dragon of terror and darkness be dead?
"Albert," Dave mumbled.
Suddenly, all the world turned black and white, the trees stopped moving, and the monsters looked like statuses that hung over dangerously around the party.
Their howls and rumbling growls had stopped all at once, not even the rustle of leaves or the movement of the trees could be heard or perceived. It was as if the whole world had just stopped.
