Hook Dragon not death was a Law Lord. In theory, it was only one step away from the crown level.
It was also a well - deserved genius elf. In fact, in the hook Dragon Tribe, it was said to be 'legendary'.
Legend.
There were only rumors and no facts.
The tribe had only managed to dig out bits and pieces of information about the 'legend' from the ruins.
However, hook Dragon, not death god and the others did have high hopes for him.
He had a chance of breaking through the ceiling that the tribe had been unable to break through for hundreds of years.
"But ... This is impossible. I don't believe it!"
The hook Dragon Dagger roared with bloodshot eyes.
The crown waterswamp bird flapped its wings in disappointment and floated some distance away."This maze can help elves understand their hearts and find their own path, but it doesn't mean that the stronger the elf, the longer he can stay in there."
