At midnight,
a black dragon silently flew through the night. Its pitch-black body was well concealed in the darkness, blending in as one with the shadows. Yarandel's mood was exceedingly excited, yet supremely calm. For the mission of Lord Nesario, it had exhausted all its efforts to enhance its power, burning down seven or eight villages and forcibly elevating its level to fifty-one.
Of course, monsters didn't have a concept of levels; it just felt that its strength was considerably greater than before, making it extremely confident about this mission.
There it was—the place—Priest Castle, also known as Blackrock Castle. Yarandel gazed down from the sky at the fortress, most of which had burned down, leaving nothing but crumbling ruins. The charred castle looked like a black grave, even the outer walls had collapsed due to the dragonfire. Thick ashes were everywhere, and not a single blade of grass remained around the castle.
