"I can't believe... That all of that happened..." Morrom muttered quietly as he downed some more of his liquor and stared forward, still constantly trying to figure out if he could find any clue at that the small Dragon next to Eisen was seriously an artificially created creature instead of a real dragon, "Especially the part with you using a Dungeon to create life..."
"Well, you probably heard about it, didn't you?" Eisen asked with his brows raised, and the others looked at him confused. "Heard what exactly?" Folmirra then inquired nervously, and the old man just smirked.
"The Dungeon that appeared outside of town today?" The old man added as he slowly leaned forward and rubbed the underside of Fafnir's maw.
