As we got further and further on the road, the less heaps of junk were scattered across the place. Not only that but I notice a lot more different weapons currently stabbed on the ground like some kind of tombstone to some warrior who died, but what is interesting is that they have been scattered all over the place now.
It was like a graveyard of weapons now. But that is not the only thing that has changed. The air around me has started to grow colder and the surrounding area is getting thick in magical energy. Looking at the gas tank of the trike, I realized that even when I am not fueling it, it is currently being refilled even though I am not actively supplying it at the moment.
"The mana here is very thick. It was like it was a place of pure power. Even when I was still a dragon, I have not felt something like this my whole life," Shadow Dragon said to me as we continued our journey towards the location.
