The central area was the size of a soccer field, surrounded by a circle of pillars, each etched with runes.
At that moment, an aged Dragon lay sprawled on the open ground.
Many of his scales had lost their luster, his eyes were cloudy, and although his body was massive, it was visibly stooped.
"Aronas."
Buzina, imitating Dahuang, uttered a greeting from atop her head.
Then she landed with a clang in front of him.
For some reason, she had not transformed back.
Thus, the scene appeared quite bizarre, even Aronas, with all his experience, found it a bit too much.
"Child, you might like this form, but when you're speaking with me, shouldn't you—"
"I'm not."
"...All right."
"So, what's so urgent that you called me back?" Buzina asked.
Aronas, "You have been away from the island for too long, child. Your soul needs nourishment."
Buzina hesitated, seemingly agreeing with the logic.
