Black Dragon Gate Arc
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(POV: Akashic Records)
After a two-hour flight to Zarbon city, Skum landed in a secluded forest south of the city.
His arrival was marked by the fading mist of his black, dragon-like wings, which disappeared into thin air.
Skum contently stretched of his arms and gave a wide yawn
Then, he reached into his pouch filled with rejuvenation pills.
With each pill pulsating with a vibrant blue glow, he swiftly tossed twelve into his mouth and chewed. As the pills were consumed, a surge of energy rippled through his body, revitalizing his weary soul.
Skum's aura intensified.
From the palm of his hand, tendrils of inky blackness curled and twisted, forming a dense mist that enveloped the Holy Sword, Devaniel. The mist swirled and danced, revealing the gleaming golden blade adorned with intricate engravings. Grasping the handle of the legendary weapon firmly, Skum swung it in a wide arc.
