Somewhere far from the Dungeon where Mark was trapped.
A certain Master, a Lord, glared at one of his Army's Generals.
"Make sure it doesn't happen again." The Master's voice was calm, and yet, it was enough to make the whole room shake.
"Yes, my Lord." Draconia said, as a message appeared in front of her.
[You have been reassigned as the Temporary Dungeon Master.]
Without a trace, she disappeared from the room.
'Amusing.'
The Master stood up and walked around his throne room.
'A Spirit has no true form. Its physical manifestation can change... Again and again. Depending on its needs, it can turn into a great dragon or a tiny pup. No true form, just like the Evolving Monster. Always changing. Not only that, but a Fire Spirit as well... Fire is nothing if not a devourer and a consumer...'
A slight smile appeared on the Master's face.
'Too raw. Too similar. It seems it was a bit too much for that child to consume.'
