The expedition team returned to Arkham in disgrace.
Although the expedition had yielded nothing and quite a few people had died, almost everyone looked immensely relieved. When they parted ways, Professor Mack apologized to Fang Zheng, saying that he bore full responsibility for the expedition's failure. Fang Zheng did not mind. On the contrary, he told him that if anything similar came up in the future, he could come find him again.
After all, Arkham was a land of exceptional people. Great Old Ones and Old Ones filled its streets. A casual stroll could open up a Great Old One Dungeon. Who knew what hidden Dungeons might be waiting for Fang Zheng to explore next?
As for Fang Zheng, this trip to Antarctica had been immensely profitable.
From this Dungeon alone, Fang Zheng had encountered three races: Elder Things, Shoggoths, and Hounds of Tindalos. The Elder Things and Shoggoths had been reduced to ashes by Fang Zheng's flames, while the Hounds of Tindalos...
"Woof woof woof!!"
The moment Fang Zheng pushed open the door, a plump husky barked as it pounced toward him. Its tail wagged furiously as it sprawled across him, and Fang Zheng chuckled, reaching out to rub its fluffy head.
"Good boy, good boy. Hmm... Nymph did a pretty decent job adjusting you."
This husky, which looked like it had been raised into a pig, was none other than M'thssha, Lord of the Angles. Beyond time, Fang Zheng, transformed into a Time Dragon, had engaged M'thssha in an earth-shattering, ghost-weeping battle... Of course not.
It would be more accurate to call it a completely one-sided beating.
Time Dragons existed beyond time itself. They were masters and controllers of time. M'thssha, meanwhile, was merely a condensation of the concept of time. Their relationship was practically that of natural