C811 Treaty of Flying Dragon

The golden light that was like fireworks slowly dissipated.

Darkness descended once more from the summit of the mountain.

It took a brief moment of darkness before everyone could see anything blurry again.

But by the time they could see, Rinco was already rubbing his way to the behemoth's side, followed only by the cautious Rimbaud, with a bat perched on his shoulder.

In front of the beast