Crimson was stumped. Then a malicious gein spread over his face.
"What did you do with it?"
Kyra shrugged. "Nothing. I just give it to Father." Crimson was disappointed.
"Oh," he paused. "You should have cooked its meat. Especially the stomach area. Its really good. Healthy to eat and can nourish your fluctuating mana."
Kyra frowned in disgust. "No thanks."
As they talked, the Draconoid had found their hideout and sent a wind splitting vicious strike to destroy the cave. It only took one breath for the cave to fall apart. Kyra and Crimson ran towards the exit before they get buried under the stone slabs.
Standing right before them, is a grayish creature with thick scales - almost metallic. It's red eyes flashing malice in their direction. It's sharp elongated claws are raised in the air, ready to strike at them.
