Drakkon had been on his own for some time. His guild master had ordered him to come to Guardia Compagnia as a protector of sort. Still, the rumors had been simple, Yuurei was no longer the Guild Master of Paradise Dawn. It seemed like he had relinquished the title, giving it to Lumikki. It was interesting to hear, and he was wondering if he should come back, if she wanted him back. Of course, he wasn’t sure, and he might have gone elsewhere. His need to cause destruction was uncontrollable. If he was in Paradise Dawn, he would have to control himself, which is not what he wanted to do.
Luci, on his shoulder, looked around. The demon couldn’t be seen by anybody and was ready to chat Drakkon’s ear off.
“Are you going back to the guild Drake?” He asked as he pulled his imaginary cigarette.
Drakkon would be on the edge of a cliff as he was thinking about everything that had transpired. It was then a white horse would move toward Drakkon.