Marlon quickly tended to his wounds and headed straight out of the medical bay.
He didn't know how he'd survived, but somehow, he'd escaped, Marlon didn't know if anyone else besides him had managed to flee.
But he was well aware that the blurry white eyes would forever pierce his nightmares, causing him to emit childlike screams every night.
His mind was nearly reluctant to recall anything related to what just happened, apart from several terrifying, ghastly death scenes, and those pair of eyes that haunted him along with the gargantuan white body.
Marlon touched his aching right eye, struggling to walk out.
He didn't know if it was due to the blood that splashed into his eye just now. Ever since he encountered the White Dragon, a constant sting lingered in his right eye, as if a tiny creature had made a nest inside it.
