Bowen crawled as fast as he could. His old knee had not moved for a long time, so it felt stiff and a little weak. Continuous crawling made the hinges of his knee ache. His waist also felt a little sore. Damn old body! Bowen cursed silently. At a critical time like this, the joints in his body actually slowed down his movements. Bowen sat in the middle of the road, panting. His breath was not strong enough to continue the journey. His hands and knees felt sore from the friction with the ground and had made the surfaces of his hands and knees blistered and bleeding.What's he doing here? Why did he take a break and waste time while his friends were between life and death? Bowen cursed himself. Bowen sat down with his breath panting and sweat pouring down his face. He took a handkerchief to wipe his face. His eyes stung from the beads of sweat that had entered his eyes. His chest heaved and felt a little sore. His stiff muscles screamed with pain. He tried to catch his breath f

The group of dwarves took a break while waiting for Keefe, Al, and Kyron to regain consciousness. Most of the dwarves moved back to the township, while only a few remained with Bowen to accompany Edmund. About sometime later, Keefe woke up from fainting."Aaaaaah!!!" screamed Keefe as he jumped up with a face full of fear and sweat.“Keefe! Calm down! It's me, Edmund!" cried Edmund, taking Keefe's shoulder and shaking him a little."Edmund? Are you really Edmund?" asked Keefe, still half-conscious."Calm down, and you are safe. Kyron is safe too," said Edmund soothingly."Oh, I had a nightmare," said Keefe, trying to take a deep breath."Drink it," said Edmund, handing him a bottle of healing water.Keefe gulped it down, and slowly the healing water replenished his energy."Edmund, we won?" asked Keefe as he looked left and right suspiciously, trying to look for signs of a black magic circle."Yes, we won. However,

Draco's eyes were fixed on the Dragon King spirit figure flying over the lake with grace and charisma. The aura of the dragon's magic power felt immense and majestic. A golden silver flash of lightning glistened within the transparent blue-sky dragon spirit body. The dragon's wings looked so majestic and beautiful. The blue-sky skin with gold-silver tendrils colors on Zergenth's wings looked so beautiful. He looked like the king of the sky who controlled the sunshine and the flash of lightning within his body. The figure of Zergenth looked so majestic and enchanting.“Father? Are you Zergenth, The Protector of The Sky?" Draco asked in disbelief as if he was looking at a mirage. His voice sounded hoarse and trembled slightly. His heart was beating even faster as he stared at the dragon spirit figure that so charismatic and majestic.“Yes, I am Zergenth. I am your father,” replied Zergenth in his deep, charismatic voice.Draco's feet moved toward

Draco was upset. He couldn’t calm himself down anymore. This conversation with Lycus Lewis was so irritating for him. He still didn’t trust Lycus Lewis and thought this person lied to them. All he talked seemed like rubbish in Draco’s ear.“Stop rambling on, please. I hate hearing you talk beat around the bush. You've been talking about the great war earlier. Do you intend to slaughter me as the last dragon? Or maybe you want to become the strongest human and slaughter all non-humans in Magica?” snapped Draco impatiently as he pounded the table.“Draco! Watch your mouth!" snapped Zergenth in a warning. The dragon's body curled up and floated between Draco and Lycus Lewis.“It's okay, Zergenth. Draco didn't understand the situation. That’s why he came up with that assumption. It’s just a little misunderstanding. We can fix it. I’m fine. Thank you, my friend," replied Lycus Lewis, raising his hand with a

Lycus Lewis opened his eyes slowly. He found himself in his own room in the dark. It was still dark, a sign that the day had not changed. He felt his body and found himself topless. His whole body felt limp, but the painful pain in his body had disappeared. Lycus opened his blanket and looked down at his bare chest. The tendrils of the black energy that had been poisoning him were gone. The moment before he passed out, his chest ached and burned, as if he was going to explode at any moment. At that moment, the pain in his chest had disappeared. Lycus looked at his arm and saw that the tendrils of black energy in his hand had disappeared.Driven by curiosity, Lycus tried to get up from his bed. He staggered to turn on the light and walked over to the mirror in his room. The image reflected in the mirror showed Lycus' body that was clear of tendrils of black energy. His skin was not black and purple like before but was clean beige. Lycus checked his body and felt he didn't feel