The volcano dragon was flapping his fiery crystal wings, each flap sending ripples through the thick cloud of smoke around him. His shiny crystal claw with glowing runes was slightly touching the black blade of the reaper's scythe.
A cold chilly feeling seeped out of the scythe, sending chills through the dragon's finger touching it.
The reaper, in the form of an old wrinkly man, levitated in the air. The thick white mist seeping out of his body was mixing with the black smoke coming out of the dragon.
Vesuvius was looking at the blade of the scythe. He was thriving to learn how to enchant weapons with his magic.
'It is not like I will not gain anything out of this. I will see a true master of enchanting in work.'
