In a nearby stall, an assassin lurked.
'C'mon, just a few meters' His hand grasped the magical token with expectation. As soon as he squeezed it, the Water Lord's Nephew would be turned into a sieve!
His body would soon be shredded by countless wind blades… with the same mana signature as the Windborn Lord's troops! The chaos that'd ensue would be glorious!
"Hehe, I drank so much! It sure was— AH?!" The youngster's face suddenly filled with dread, his mighty Dragon instantly shriveling from the stress.
"Woo!"
"Woo! Woo!"
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Tons of foxes barged into the toilets.
But their presence wasn't the problem. No, it was the faintly glowing gems they held in their mouth… Record Crystals?! They were aimed straight at his Dragon too!
"W-What the fuck?!"
"Woo!" (We're official photographs!)
