Arad sat beside Isdis, staring at her with a stern face. Something kept boiling inside his head, and it never seemed to calm. Killing those assassins only fuelled his rage further. They were hired to do the job, but the one hiring them was still out there.
Thud! Gojo smacked Arad's head with a chop, "Still angry? Dragon's rage isn't that easy to deal with."
Arad stared back at him, sighting, "Do you know anything?"
"Nothing about the attack, but I can help you deal with rage. It isn't healthy for a dragon to remain angry for long. That's how kingdoms get burned to the ground."
"Did he calm down?" An old hag approached them, a red mark still on the side of her face.
"Still angry," Gojo replied, "The one after the attack is alive. So he can't get the rage to fade away." He looked at her.
"Our leads are all dead?" The old lady looked around, "It was a rash decision to kill all the assassins."
Gojo stared at her, "What would a chromatic do?"
