That damn lizard was back again.
Woolie stopped in place as he glared at the Black Dragon. It was the same dragon that had driven them to desperation the last time. He was sure of it. The pressure, the smell, the way those black scales swallowed the surrounding light, and most of all those cruel golden eyes looking down at them as if they were nothing more than prey that had somehow slipped out of its jaws once before. All of it was the same.
The moment he recognised it, the lightning around his wool crackled more harshly, and the murderous intent in his little body rose so abruptly that even the nearby Terra Beasts instinctively took a few steps back.
