Under the moonlight at dead of night, the rampaging dragons huddled and trembled beneath the ruins of the mountain.
Every one of them kept its head bowed, not daring to look up.
It seemed they had just experienced something terrifying...
"Hmph~ So you were attracted here by the Gate's aura?"
Moss toyed with the glimmering magic core in her hand, speaking with an air of indifference.
Beside her, several lifeless wyvern corpses lay piled up carelessly.
These culprits, who had destroyed the city out of desire, had now paid the price with their lives.
A bunch of beasts!
Moss was not the only one who felt no pity for their deaths. Wind did not care in the slightest, either.
At that moment, he sat obediently on the ground and nodded in response to Moss's question.
"That's right. I came to investigate after sensing the magic power of the Dragon Realm..."
Moss turned around and looked at Wind, who had just finished recounting his experiences.
Wind Ash Dragon—Windfellcia.
A "Dragon King" active along the borders of the human empire.
According to him, he had been resurrected inside the body of a blood kin who had accidentally come to this world more than a decade ago.
Having only recently revived, his incomplete soul meant that his strength was less than half of what it had been at his peak.
That was why he wanted to return to the Dragon Realm and gather the fragments of his soul again.
Unfortunately, the World Gate his blood kin had used to come to this world had already been destroyed.
He had flown into a tremendous rage over this and destroyed more than a dozen human border cities in succession.
After that, he had continued searching for a way back.
Until now...
Smack!
Moss reached out