BLACK AND WHITE.
Yin and Yang.
Good and Evil.
That was how divided Aragon Spitfire was as he waited for Hào Long inside that empty restaurant. One part wanting to kill the other, as the other part aimed to do the same. Two in the morning was not the hour to be there. The majestic Water Dragon was asleep, and although immortal, the old one also needed to rest.
Honestly, Fire could have avoided the place if only he knew any other better place to be. His entire system was in ruckus as one part of his head kept repeating the Wizard's curse. It was like an antique record that kept jumping back to the first note of a song until he had no choice but to listen to it over and over. The opponent of that deadly thought stood strong on the other part of his head. Quietly, yet just as furious, she
