Dante looked at his crew while the ghosts were busy handling the ship through the narrow path. He didn't want to show that he was having suspicions about his men. He believed them, every one. He shook his head to chase his thoughts away. Still, a little voice in his mind was telling him to take care of what would happen.
The third world was a land of blood and fire, the sky was red and the rumble of the dragons around was echoing in the wind. There were an incredible amount of these creatures flying around, especially at the place they were now.
Far from the border with the territory Terimat, the pirates were in the Norimea country, and the volcano was nothing less than Naran, the capital. Norimean were dragon masters since the first ages. Dante took a deep breath as he remembered having this discussion with a terimatian in the past.
