Three months passed.
Amid the tragic devastation of the Leaf Dragon World, the legendary shadow of the Wings of Death rampaged across the continent. Countless Leaf Dragons hurled themselves into this war against the hellish invaders, only to leave behind a land in fragments, scarred and broken.
Huff, huff, huff...
Chased madly by tens of thousands of Leaf Dragons of all sizes, the Three-legged Raven of Death, bearing a gigantic black water sphere, flew toward the high heavens, as if that was where its hope of victory lay.
"Oblivion Sorcerer, save me!"
At this moment, the Three-legged Raven of Death had already become the public enemy of this world, having slaughtered far too many Leaf Dragons.
