[Desert region of the unknown planet, Astral plane, Damian POV.]
The weird orange tree landed beside Damian, free from the metallic dinosaur's jaw, shaking the whole land around him. The dinosaur was staring straight at him, its beady black, polished stone eyes locked onto him. It towered over fifteen meters—not quite emperor rank, but likely around King rank. Damian had no time to play with it. His mana was limited; he had to handle this efficiently. Before making a move, Damian scanned his surroundings with keen eyes and soon spotted the folded piece of paper lodged under a stone at the edge of the silver river.
