After Black Claw became a Shadow Creature, his loyalty was low. It started at just sixty, barely a passing score.
He had been forced into it, after all. No one would accept that willingly. But Green had plenty of patience for someone with genuine technical talent. He took Black Claw straight back to the Mist World and began with a tour of the vast Graveyard.
It was Black Claw's first visit to the Graveyard, and the dense Death Aura around him made him uneasy. But now that he had been transformed into a Shadow Relic, he no longer rejected Death Psychic Energy.
What happened next left him stunned. A Silver-Gray Great Dragon suddenly leaped from the Dragon's Lair nearby into the gray sky, her enormous Dragon Wings blotting out the sun. Then a Dark Red Great Dragon rose with a roar. Spotting Green, he immediately flew over.
Alshfaro had not come for Green, though. He had come for Erha. After spending time together recently, the Shadow Red Dragon and the Hellhound had become good friends.
Next, a formation of more than a hundred flew past in the distance, constantly shifting its shape. The Angel squad was training the Dragonman Warriors in tactical formations...
In another direction stood a vast complex of workshops. Even from far away, he could hear the rumble of machinery within, though he had no idea what they were making.
Outside the Graveyard, a force of two thousand Undead Troops had just returned from patrol. Three hundred Fallen Knights led the way, followed by Gun Skeleton Soldiers marching in neat ranks. When they reached the City Defense Fortress gate, two Cyclopes turned a winch and raised the heavy iron portcullis...
This ordinary scene in the Graveyard shook Black Claw to his core.
He had guessed that Green