Chapter Thirty-One I: Rig Trail, Red Scale, Rag Wail
"A Verdant Garden Forest was neighboring north of the Draconia Back Mountain. The forest houses a network of trails running through the forest. Many fell prey to its dragon bloodline for generations. Many daring beings that dare cross those trails must take precautions. Those raring to go first will be the first meal. Those that go last won't be the last of the meals. Any beings that go will in turn become meals for them. Beware, merchants, adventurers, explorers, mercenaries, and any living beings. A few elders haunt those trails. Beware..." -A strange storyteller within a certain town. --- John Smith had just woken up from a nightmare. It was all of the faces, well, incomprehensible faces that were killed by his hand. Even to date, he will be visited by such nightmares. There were too
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