The Young Dragon had only been gone for a short while when he began to experience hallucinations; it seemed his heart had already accepted the future sapling he'd be raising.
Having not yet reached adulthood, he had already spent several years experiencing what it was like to be a father, and now he was all too familiar with the unease and solitude that followed a daughter's long journey.
The Eye of the Demon God had made him go through things that someone his age should not have to.
Fortunately, the memories regarding the Young Dragon would slowly fade away after dawn.
Descending to the first floor, Lance poured himself a cup of warm water and settled down on the sofa, staring at the empty hall.
Scenes of the Young Dragon before her departure floated through his mind.
If the Young Dragon were still here, around this time she might be chatting with him, or if she wasn't sleepy, perhaps even pulling him into a card game, scheming to win some money from him.
