Once again, silence had descended on the platform, it was not empty, Everyone had departed for the trial.
Everyone except Azmakul, who remained as still as a statue, thinking about his 'dream', or rather, Nightmare.
He had succeeded in subduing the creature known as the Jade Serpent, the name his dragon eyes told him. He had overpowered it completely, and had thought he achieved victory...
But he could not be more wrong. The Jade serpent was an easy for, but the terror of black that appeared later?
He was helpless against it.
It too, was a dragon, yet he was unlike any he had seen before, it was an absolute power that he could not overcome.
For the first time, he had felt helpless in front of that might. But even as he lost in his nightmare, he gained a lot of things.
He was... Old. His age was a mystery even to him now, he had stopped counting long ago. He was the oldest dragon in the house of Shivalkulan except for her majesty Ariel herself.
