Deep within the Forbidden Forest.
Moonlight was sliced into fragments by twisted tree shadows. The ink-thick night carried the rank stench of rotting leaves. Ian did not need to worry about his flowing bald hair standing on end in the sinister wind, while his eyes reflected the churning chaotic mist within the Bronze Door. The door stood half-open, like a greedy maw ready to devour any living thing that approached.
Suddenly, the mist within the Bronze Door churned and swirled violently. Accompanied by an earth-shaking dragon roar, that familiar Ancient Dragon flapped its wings and flew out once again!
Its body blotted out the sky, giving Ian an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The instant the dragon emerged, its pitch-black wings covered the entire sky.
"Roar!!!"
Hatred hotter than magma burned in its amber vertical pupils, and the flames flowing between its scales dyed the Night Curtain crimson. Perhaps this was why the Dragon Roars heard in other parts of the Forbidden Forest had grown more terrifying each time—the dragon that kept "repeating" itself seemed angrier with every appearance.
"What the hell is going on?!"
Ian was genuinely shocked.
The situation was so bizarre that even he found it hard to understand.
The dragon he had killed had vanished.
And another dragon had emerged from the Bronze Door? One that looked exactly the same? He could not help suspecting that the dragon he had killed twice in a row and the one that had emerged again might be the very same dragon.
While Ian was pondering this.
The dragon did not waste words. A blazing white light flared deep in its throat, and it Spurted Out a dragon breath hot enough to melt steel! The flames swept forward like a flood, warping the air and scorching the ground black wherever they