In Dragon City’s weapon district, black smoke rose from furnaces as the booming noise of metals being hammered unceasingly rang.
The guard’s hall was where most of the elite soldiers were stationed; this was also the place where the King of Dragon City took his residence, except he had the entire main hall to himself. Climbing the ice-cold stone steps, I headed towards the second floor where a dazzling glass sword was suspended on a stand at the end of a hallway. Above it was a certain seal; it probably was a mighty weapon from ancient times but had its power sealed. Right next to the glass sword was a slightly luxurious room with a red door.
I approached the door, “Thump, thump” and knocked.
“Who is it?” Frost voice resounded.
I said in a low voice, “It’s me. The Tomb Guardian of Dragon City.”
“Oh, come in.”
“Yes!”
Pushing the door to enter, I witnessed an impressive pure white back. Frost was sitting on the bed, with her back to the door, while cleansing a long scar from an axe on her shoulder with cotton. If Captain Frost wasn’t so skilled, I’m afraid she would have been cleaved in two.
With her back to me, Frost chuckled, “Boy, what business do you have with me?”
I presented Karl’s letter and said, “My teacher, in order to train me, told me to kill the imprisoned Undead Earth Dragon. Only Captain Frost can take me there so I came to look for you.”
“What? You want to kill the Earth Dragon?”
Astonished, a half-covered Frost turned around. In front of me were half covered….
“Ah…..”
Frost, noticing her appearance, turned red and glared at me, “What? Why are you still not turning your back and closing the door? Haven’t you seen enough yet?“