Battling a cobra head-on was foolish. A single attack could result in numerous holes smaller than the eye could see tearing through your skin, bone and muscle. Knowing this, it was no wonder Dyon could the bold type path for them.
The bronzed took in all of the light type stones they gathered from raiding underground caves while the cobras ate the bold type stones.
Dyon knew that there were many other energy types to exploit. However, it seemed this area only had holy, light and bold type. Still, even if he had more, it wouldn't matter considering he had yet to find another den of newborns to make use of.
Like this, the cobras slowly grew toward maturity. Unfortunately, Dyon's main body wasn't experiencing such smooth progression.
Though Calming Lake was a true paradise unlike the Ancient Battlefield, it was hiding a hell far worse than the latter.
Dyon's face remained serene, but there was a war going on his mind.
