"Kyle?"
Constance approached, her eyes tracing the intricate patterns of frost that veiled Kyle's form. The air was thick with magic, and divinity was intertwined to contain the calamity that had befallen their friend.
'What happened here?' Constance thought as she observed Kyle's situation. However, after not being able to find the reason why, she immediately looked for someone who could answer.
It was the two dragons.
"Orden, what's going on here?" Constance's voice was a blend of concern and command.
The Dragon's reply was a mournful rumble.
"I also can't tell exactly. However, it was a serious matter. The Death God... We believe he has claimed our master. We fought, but our efforts were in vain… Kyle instructed us to seal him before it was too late…"
"What?"
Constance's gaze hardened as she couldn't believe that someone could also push Kyle to his limit... However, hearing that it was the Death God, it might really be possible…
