The hill-sized dragon in his shiny armor, surrounded by ash and snow, faced the small blurry humanoid figure in the middle of the vast cave. The size difference was so vast that it looked like the dragon could win it just by sneezing.
However, the dragon remained focused, his mind and body ready to react at the moment of notice, 'Even a small thing can have a large kick.'
The dragon blinked, and the blurry figure was gone, leaving only a vacant and empty spot behind. No traces were left, not even a trace of mana or any other energy; it was as if the being was never there.
A strong headache erupted in his head, his recent memories twisting and becoming hazy. A strong feeling of Deja Vu flooded his body as new memories that felt distant and foggy as if they were just a dream, resurfaced.
They passed before his eyes, projecting images that felt familiar yet foreign.
He saw through his own eyes, but it felt foreign.
