Huh?
Hill blinked.
A red ring had appeared on the ground... Hill knew what that meant. An entrance to the River Styx would always be blood-red, but what was this thing?
He lowered his head to look at the strange creature that had suddenly popped out of nowhere. "May I ask who you are?"
The creature, which looked like a rabbit in plate armor, raised his head indignantly. "Can't you tell?"
Metallic black scales with silver highlights, a mouth that looked three-lipped but should actually have been quite pointed... it had only become a little rabbit-like mouth because he had shrunk. His flat head and the armor along his back, which looked rather like a shark's fin, all made Hill think he was an iron dragon.
But that abrupt, bizarre miniaturization... really did make him look a bit like a cartoon rabbit.
Hill didn't know what to say.
Although he had long known that some ferrous dragons lived near the River Styx, iron dragons, who preferred iron deposits, were very rare there.
After all, it was the more evil varieties of ferrous dragons that frequented the River Styx.
Though their main reason for living along the River Styx was to hide from Tiamat.
"Perhaps because... I've never seen such a small iron dragon, or such an unusual rabbit?" Hill said lightly.
"Hmph, hmph~" The little iron dragon turned and bared his large teeth at Gilbert. A blood-red Soul Crystal gleamed on the tip of a tooth, and a few cone-shaped sparks seemed to fly from his throat. "If only I could beat you..."
Hill smiled faintly, silently watching as Gilbert's soul was pulled out, roughly stuffed into the crystal, and then tossed straight into the rapidly vanishing entrance to the River Styx.
The blood-red ring, only the size of a