Kang Oh's party stood atop an island that floated above a lake of boiling lava. There was a red dragon lying down in the middle of it. 

Puff.

A black plume of smoke rose from its slightly parted mouth.

The two horns on its long head represented fear and despair. Its deep yellow irises were as beautiful as gems, but their gold gaze could freeze even the soul itself.

The dragon possessed a long neck, a giant red body, and a tail, which seemed like it'd crush anything with a single swing.

Inarius's wings were its most striking feature. The jet-black wings looked like they were made of threads of darkness that a craftsman had painstakingly stitched together.

Dragon Inarius!

It was the living embodiment of evil! 

Gulp. 

Kang Oh swallowed hard.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen a dragon firsthand. After all, he'd seen the Divine Dragon plenty of times.

However, he felt a different kind of presence from Inarius.

Just looking at it gave him an ominous feeling, like something bad was just waiting to happen. It was like Inarius was the incarnation of fury and misfortune.

Kang Oh and his companions didn't move a muscle. They never would've guessed that they'd be meeting Inarius like this.

Thus, they didn't move hastily and kept...