The rain came down hard, showing no sign of stopping.
Virella was unusually quiet. The whole town felt tense, like something bad was about to happen.
High above the town a white-haired man floated beneath the dark sky.
He was tall and muscular, but most of his body was hidden beneath a black cloak.
Two horns stuck out from his forehead, and his red, slit-like eyes looked just like a dragon's.
A few scales covered the right side of his face, making him look even more frightening.
He looked down at Virella with a cold, emotionless stare.
"So, this is the city of the one who killed my wife and child, huh?" he muttered coldly.
He raised his right hand, ready to unleash a devastating attack.
But suddenly, a cold voice came from behind him.
"Someone from the dragon race? Heh… I didn't expect Cedric Lorian to be able to recruit someone like you."
The man's body tensed. He turned around and saw a handsome man clad in a gray robe.
His hair was gray, as were his eyes.
