After the Naga retreated, the Dragon King continued to dwell in the dark, fathomless abyss, feeling the bone-piercing cold and closing his eyes to recuperate.
The chill of Mystic Ice pierces to the bone; in such an abyss, devoid of light and sun, to be trapped for millions of years and yet retain a clear consciousness is something most demons would collapse under. But it was different; it actually found this environment strangely comforting. Such an existence, if it could lurk forever in the dark like maggots, perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad thing.
But, regrettably... this world does not permit it...
This world forces them into battles, yet it also limits their ultimate potential.
