It took ten minutes of circling the dragon for Lanling and Lixuan—who had returned—to confirm the truth.
This wasn't a silver dragon. It was grey.
Lanling had only ever seen Zaruki from afar, keeping his distance whenever possible, but the more he examined the carcass, the more obvious the difference became.
Silver dragons had scales that shimmered like polished metal when touched by light. This one lacked that luster.
From the other side of the dragon's head, Lixuan exhaled, relief washing over him, though the anger still lingered.
"There aren't any signs of a struggle, and all the treasures are gone... It's like this dragon was the cave's owner all along."
Lanling frowned. "This can't be the wrong cave. I've seen you enter another storeroom before, and there's an illusion spell right here."
He pointed to the left side of the back wall.
