The Dragon 1

The area around the beast was charred, and nothing but black, sooty grounds surrounding it. Impaling it were several weapons; ranging from spears to blades.

They all looked very powerful and valuable.

There were seventy-one of the weapons that pierced the monster's body… most likely what killed it.

My eyes narrowed on the dead beast, and a wry smile appeared on my face. It now made sense why I sensed such powerful energy from beyond the gate back then.

This monstrosity was the cause.

Laid on the ground, surrounded by destruction and carnage was one of the most powerful races of Demons that existed.

—A Dragon!

Judging from the battle scene, I had a fair idea of what transpired here… at least what the narrative of this Floor was.

A battle occurred, and the several races combined forces. They had a common enemy, and that was the fallen beast at the center of the battle. I had an idea of the difficulty if seven hundred thousand individuals ganged up on the creature.

'It's at least a Grade