Mo Fei found himself in utter darkness, and a cacophony of voices echoed in his ears.
"Hero, please help us... A wicked Green Dragon lives on that mountain, its venomous spit has polluted the land, and our crops are dead."
"Hero, please save us... In the cave by the sea lives a White Dragon, it breathes Dragon Breath every day, freezing over the sea, we can't fish, and we're nearly starving to death."
"Hero, please help me, my daughter was kidnapped by a Blue Dragon, taken to the mountains; please rescue her, I will offer you gold, silver, and riches, and proclaim your heroic name to the people of the Kingdom."
"Hero..."
So noisy! Mo Fei opened his eyes, and the jumbled noise suddenly ceased, a fiery red glow filling his vision. Mo Fei found himself lying in the midst of molten magma, surrounded by scalding lava and flames.
He felt no pain, but a warmth instead. The molten rock enveloped him like hot water, and it felt as though he had returned to his mother's embrace.
