Lyle did not join Alcalon's feast, nor did the Black Dragon insist. Or rather, the look of sheer terror that Lyle had displayed upon receiving his invitation was satisfaction enough for Alcalon. He swished his tail in proud contentment, the hard bony spikes at the end thrashing against the rocks behind him, producing a dull thud.
The surroundings were barren, with rugged rocks standing guard beside the Black Dragon. It seemed to be the entrance at the bottom of a valley, with the only passage located behind the Black Dragon. A cool breeze blew out from the depths of the valley, carrying the raw scent from Alcalon's dining table to Lyle's side. The magic power in the air stimulated Lyle's skin, providing a pleasure similar to a massage – the result of the dense magic power. This place was a magic web node, and Sahazaan lay on the other side of the valley.
