⫷『Congratulations to the player. The Mythos of the Dragon Race has grown once again.』⫸
Alister sat casually at the edge of a skyscraper, hundreds of stories above the streets below.
The wind swept across the city skyline, tugging gently at his long silver hair, most of it gathered neatly behind his head by a golden dragon skull hairpin. His horns were completely hidden from sight.
He was dressed simply today. Black pants. A white shirt. A yellow jacket.
Beside him rested a sheathed golden sword.
An incomplete but new form of the Dragon God Sword, Restria.
In his hand was a half-finished takeout container.
The scene would have looked almost ordinary if not for the impossible height at which he sat.
Momentarily, his gaze shifted toward the golden system window floating beside him.
He paused in the middle of eating.
'This is rather sudden,' he remarked inwardly.
'What prompted such a sudden increase?'
The golden window flickered.
