Chapter 8: Skeleton Monsters [1]
Drahon met an esoteric atmosphere as he landed on the ground, unmounting from his dragon.
The place was foggy, the type that dragged and seemed to be scratching one’s face.
He squinted his eyes as he looked around, seeing nothing but just the surface of his nose. The place was brumal, and before he could take a move, he heard the shouts of other players.
By the sound of things, it was likely they were fighting.
Drahon held his breath. It was a sort of unconscious act actually, one he simply did by impulse.
He decided to summon his sword.
[Weapons Equipped: Rusted Iron Sword (Tier: F)]
A mere thought and boom, the sword was in his hands. He held it tightly as he looked around, trying to find where the noise was coming from.
Roarn was alert, its eyes narrowed as it looked around for any signs of danger.
The choking haze didn’t help; instead, it worsened his focus. Pallid streaks of sleet-laced air hit his face as he tried to concentrate.
The sound of steel against something.
Drahon tried to focus.