For two consecutive days, Amon never appeared at that familiar rented apartment again. No one answered his calls, and his QQ avatar remained that unsettling gray.
A faint yet persistent sense of unease, like icy vines, quietly wound itself around Xia Mi's heart.
Her brother was not someone who would leave without a word. Especially when going somewhere like Kassel, he would definitely leave clear instructions behind.
On the evening of the third day, when the setting sun painted the city caramel-gold, Xia Mi could no longer hold herself back. Familiar with the route, she passed through several forgotten streets and alleys, disappearing into the entrance of that abandoned subway station and stepping into the hidden realm imperceptible to ordinary people, a domain belonging solely to Dragon Kind: Nibelungen.
The air around her instantly became stagnant, severed from the real world. She strode across the empty, desolate platform, her footsteps the only echo in the place.
"Fenrir!" she called toward the profound darkness.
Within the darkness, two enormous lanterns of molten gold slowly lit up, followed by the rustling sound of scales scraping across the ground.
The mountain-like dragon shifted his body, revealing his massive outline. The moment he saw Xia Mi, he happily called out:
"Big sister..."
If his lower body had not yet been fully hatched, petrified and fused to the stone wall behind him, there was no doubt he would have wagged his tail like a puppy.
Xia Mi did not waste time on pleasantries. She walked before her younger brother's enormous head, raised her face, and asked directly, "Fenrir, have you seen your brother recently?"
Fenrir's huge pupils blinked, and he obediently nodded his heavy head. "Mm, brother came here."
"What did he come for?" Xia Mi pressed.
"Brother... he..." Fenrir seemed somewhat hesitant. His voice