A clapping sound caught our attention.
Yards away, a stone moved like a door, and an old man went out from it. He is wearing a white robe, hair is long with black and white color, and he is clapping.
My lips fell apart. This must be the magical healer!
Demitri was then in front of me in a defensive stance. But I slightly stepped sidewards so I can see the scene.
"Bravo. Bravo…" The magical healer continued clapping with a smile on his face.
"Are you the magical healer?" Prince Evan asked.
"It has been decades since the last time my dragon was defeated. I congratulate you," the magical healer said instead. He then snapped once and I was surprised when the magical dragon was freed from the three-layer barrier that the princes made.
The dragon rose like he didn't go through any fight at all, and walked towards his master's side.
