Drake continued his walk. He didn't know where he was or what he was supposed to do in this ruin. According to the novels he'd read, entering ruins usually meant seeking out ancient treasures or stumbling upon a powerful inheritance.
But so far, he had found nothing resembling those mythical rewards—only useful herbs, which he harvested and stored within his Devouring Void Stomach. One couldn't afford to waste such resources.
"Does anyone hear me?" Drakion called out through the telepathic link between him and the members of his clan. But since his arrival, there had been no response.
"Is that you, Master?" a voice finally echoed in his mind. It was Blaze—the feline who had transmuted into a Fire Dragon, likely due to his pure elemental bloodline. His blood was 100% fire, a royal lineage.
"Master, I can hear you too," came another voice—Fang, the Draco Wolf.
Drakion's heart stirred with delight. "Where are you guys?"
