As the golden sun steadily sets in the boundless lines of the horizon, Laplace tensely walked through the foliage, following the scent of her lover's blood. His crimson scent scattered throughout the air, old and new, signifying how grueling his training was.
The more the dragoness smelt it, the more she became worried for the life of her love. Her pace soon became hurried while echoes of something smashing into a rock wall resounded into her ears. Laplace stopped moving as her ears perked up. It might be a sign of her lover.
*BAM!*
Without further hesitation or delay, she followed the banging sound and was soon met with a concealed area of the northern plateau. In it was her lover, his fist stained with blood from hours before. His face lacked any emotions as he kept punching the rock wall in front of him.
*BAM!*
