Farlan.
Loiret Department, Orléans.
In an abandoned underground castle, a black-robed man stood trembling before the pitch-black Evil Dragon [Fafnir]. In a humble tone, he asked the terrifying monster before him:
"Lord Fafnir. Mr. N... Night hasn't appeared in a long time. Has he gone to carry out some secret mission?"
As soon as the black-robed man finished speaking, the terrifying Evil Dragon opened his vivid scarlet, slit-pupiled eyes. He slowly rose from the ground, bringing his enormous head close to the black-robed man.
"That arrogant human is dead. I can't sense his presence anywhere in Farlan. Whoever killed him probably didn't even leave his bones behind."
When the Evil Dragon spoke, the black-robed man felt an unbearably foul stench wash over him. Faced with this terrifying monster, however, he could only fight back the urge to retch.
"Are you certain? Mr. Night was a [Dominion]. This performance clearly forbids a second [Dominion] from participating. How could anyone have killed Night..."
The black-robed man's voice grew weaker and weaker, because he had just witnessed something that astonished him.
Clink, clink, clink, clink-
The pitch-black monster began moving his forelimbs, which were bound by a dense mass of chains. The Evil Dragon looked as though he was trying to break free. The chains originally meant to restrain him had been pulled taut, and as he struggled faster, several snapped under the strain.
"Ever since the [Dragon Slayer] side began eliminating the Yellow Cards in Fog City, I felt my strength increase while the power sealing me weakened. At first, I thought it was that one's twisted sense of humor. Perhaps that one had casually written a rule into the script: the closer the [Dragon Slayer] gets to the [Evil Dragon], the fewer seals remain on the [Evil Dragon], or something like