"You… will, will never… succeed!"
"Yeah yeah, if I were you, I'd try to save my breath, brother. After all, you never know. It might be your last."
"Sire, are you sure you shouldn't put him in mind control? Or better yet, turn him into a demon too?"
At the moment, Sam was standing in front of a massive body of a dead winged reptile.
The reptile had black obsidian-looking scales covering it from head to toe. That, coupled with its two giant wings and curved horns on its forehead, made it look like a harbinger of destruction.
That was a dragon. A corpse of a dragon, to be precise.
While standing there with almost sparkling eyes, Sam couldn't help but admire the creature in front of him.
During his years of studying Earth's specimens, he had never come across such a marvelous creature.
Behind Sam was standing a boy with strikingly similar facial features to his. Yes, he was Sam's brother, Micheal Godwill.
