"You! What are you doing here?"
Mel was responding by saying he was prepared for anyone who warned him along the way, but he froze the moment he stepped into the Fourth Garden. In his short life, he had experienced the destruction of his village, the murder of his family, and the death of his grandfather, but obtaining the Blessing of the Forest had managed to mitigate the effects of bad events. Now, what stood before him could even ignore his new state of mind, and Mel felt his dragon-formed hands begin to tremble.
"What am I doing? All forty-one gardens are under my responsibility. How could you question the last task my master gave me?"
The form of energy in the appearance of a little boy roared. His sound was so loud that the sand rising from the ground formed tornadoes. The target of these air formations was Mel. The young boy transformed both hands into claws, took the initiative, and leaped forward.
"Too raw! You lack madness!"
