Mo Fei found himself enveloped in darkness, a deep voice murmuring in his ear.
"Run, the Adventurers are here, they've brought blades and swords, Divine Arts and Magic, they will skin you, drain your blood, pluck off every one of your scales."
A subtle sense of fear forced Mo Fei to open his eyes, and before him lay a vast valley where countless black dragon hatchlings were frolicking.
Mo Fei gazed ahead in a daze, realizing he was flapping a pair of young wings and hovering in the air. For a few seconds, he thought he had returned to the past, to the time when he was but a little hatchling himself, but he soon realized that wasn't the case.
"Run, the Adventurers!" A piercing scream echoed, followed immediately by the sound of flapping wings.
