Why the Land of Slumber had disappeared and the Resting Camp had shrunk were beyond their comprehension. If not for Rogge's explanation, Negris would have simply assumed that the Resting Camp had always been this way.
After discussing for quite some time without reaching any conclusion, they dispersed with their questions still unanswered. Before they knew it, three months had passed.
Hovering over the Lake Island of the Fallen Dragon Lake, a black Giant Dragon flew by, dropping several figures into the water like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
The Little Angel sprang out of the wet mud, squawking as he keener chased the wild ducks by the shore.
As he approached the ground, the Little Zombie flipped into the air, landing lightly on the water. Then he started running like crazy. His shoes morphed into broad palm faces, increasing contact area much like a duck's foot. The rapid flapping of his feet allowed him to run directly on the water.
