Inside the eye sockets of the bone dragon, brilliant blue flames were lit. Just by its tyrannical aura, this dragon could comparably be of the ninth step. On the back of the bone dragon, there was a male clad in black armor. The figure was over 2.5 metres tall and it sat patiently at the base of the dragon’s neck. On its right hand, there was a lance that might be longer than its wielder, covered in dazzling purple.
The boundless grey sky suddenly split open, and a graceful figure appeared, its body was shrouded inside a black mantle. Although the figure was barely visible, two scarlet flames were moving on its head.
_That’s right, we are late. Although we came as soon as we obtained information from that lich, in the end, we are still late._ The one this sharp voice belonged to was precisely that ‘master’.
