Lord Warren woke up to a slight headache and pains all over his body. He blinked away the dust in his eyes, stifling a curse as he got to his feet.
'I was knocked out?' From what he could tell it was not long, at least it wasn't night…
He trusted his body, he had trained for so long to avoid that kind of situation. If he was unconscious, then it would not be more than a few seconds.
But even if it was a few seconds… How was he still alive?
He took a glance around the place, trying to ascertain the situation, when a thick wave of dread suddenly washed over him.
'This feeling…' he recognized the mana. As though to confirm his suspicions, his eyes landed on the source a few seconds later.
Lord Eliron.
He was standing in front of the dragon, exuding such a thick, murderous aura that even he felt shivers run down his spine.
'Does he want to face the dragon alone?!'
