"Faust," the voice echoed across the Snowfield, crossing the border of the Shadowflame Grand Duchy, and vanished at the edge of the Golden Prairie.
The Peat Dragon flapped its wings desperately, as if a great terror were behind it, continually burning its essence blood to speed up its flight.
Several gashes had opened up in its belly, from which an unknown amount of dragon blood had flowed; now that the Golden Prairie was within sight, the wounds had finally healed and stopped bleeding. However, its strength was completely exhausted due to excessive blood loss.
"Woo!"
With a mournful cry, scorching tears slid from the corners of its eyes, freezing into ice crystals in midair and dropping into the cavern's courtyard.
A freeman searching for moss to stave off hunger in the courtyard was caught off guard by the falling ice crystal and then curled up on the ground holding his head. When he saw what had hit him, he curiously picked up the ice crystal, which was surprisingly warm.
