Wriothesley descended the familiar stairs into the depths of the Meropides Fortress and passed the guards. There was a raging sense of uneasiness and some disappointment inside his chest. Did he miss Neuvillette? He certainly did. However, the man had no idea where to look for his old friend.

While he was thinking, he walked along the metal corridors of the fortress. Suddenly, a bright blue light from an underwater window hit his eyes. Wriothesley narrowed his eyes and came a little closer, then gasped in shock. A huge dragon stopped in the water in front of him, so strangely reminiscent of...him?