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"Shriek! Shriek! Shriek!"
A tiny flying gecko flew with incredible speed.
It looked weak, it was weak, and yet the resolve in its eyes was as indescribable as blank, a resolve that brought it straight to a luxurious-looking cave and— SPLATTER!
A bloody mess on the wall, a guttural sigh resounded:
"Dumb thing. Guess it's time for another group."
With this, a scary-looking lizardman with more wounds and abs than scales begrudgingly stopped his workout as he complained. "Training, training, even more training."
Yet even as he complained, his legs were already in motion for it was his responsibility to teach the newborns, and in no time he had arrived at THE training grounds.
A large obsidian square, one oozing regal energy.
A lazy lava river swimming across peacefully.
A bunch of newborns anxiously waiting.
