Norde Kingdom Capital, in the great hall of the Black Cat Guild, a middle-aged man clutching a great sword had been lying on the ground asleep when he suddenly took a deep breath and opened his eyes abruptly.
Dead...
He had died once in his dream, slain under the Sword Intent of a Black Dragon.
Lying on the ground, he composed himself before rising, shaking his head, and walking over to sit in a nearby chair, placing the great sword on the table.
He rubbed his temples with his hands.
Now, his mind still harbored visions of a golden sun setting and engulfing him.
He had believed he was the only Giant Dragon that would learn human swordsmanship, yet after more than eight thousand years, a world had emerged where another Black Dragon had learned human swordsmanship and even comprehended Sword Intent.
The strength of that Dragon's physique was not inferior to that of the Red Dragon, Golden Giant Dragon, Metal Dragon, or Gem Dragon.
