The sun was setting, leaving a long, vast dark-red arc over the horizon.
Black, Heir of Ancient Dragon Bloodline and a young dragon declared by Count Radcliffe to possess Legendary talent, was now lying down at the vast wilderness of the western Dark Forest Fortresses. Her body was without strength, her eyes leveled blankly at the skies as she watched the last rays of the setting sun while thinking about life.
Having gone through another difficult training under high-gravity environments, the black dragon girl who simply did not want to move could not hold back the sadness welling from her heart.
"I should have stayed as a mere war steed…"
"Even if I changed bloodlines, aren't I just a dragon?"
