"Damn it! Where the hell did this send me? If I'd known, I never would've taken that Dragon Scale!" Roland complained. He was still too young—he'd actually been set up by that old Silver Coin!
"Calm down, Roland. Things aren't that ba—" Dos said evenly.
"We don't even know where we've been sent. How am I supposed to calm down..." Roland stared at the world of ice and snow in frustration.
"Since we've come to your world, show yourself. Hiding like that isn't proper!" Dos ignored Roland and called loudly into the void.
"Interesting child! I can sense a familiar aura from you!" Asata appeared silently, his eyes filled with approval and relief for a younger generation.
"Ah?" Roland jumped in fright. How had such a massive dragon suddenly appeared beside him? If this thing meant him harm, Roland had no way to stop it. He had several divine artifacts on him, but divine artifacts were not invincible—especially against a Dragon King who might once have slaughtered gods!
"Calm down, Roland. This is his Dragon Soul Space. You can think of it as his mental world. He means no harm. If he did..." Dos shook his head and said no more. If Asata did, the backlash from the Dragon Rider Contract would be enough for Dos to crush the remnants of his dragon soul through his mental space.
"Child, I feel something familiar from you. Have I met you before?" Asata's gaze was full of scrutiny as he continuously examined Dos.
"You probably haven't met me, but you must have met my father..." Dos slowly shook his head, a trace of nostalgia and sorrow appearing in his eyes.
"Your father?" Asata frowned and began to think.
"Myl Aster!" Dos gave him the answer before Asata could search his memories.
"Oh!