C338 A Purple Dragon

"Hiss!"

Next to Igrel, billows of purple mist were steadily rising from the ground.

With a subtle shift of his eyes, Igrel manipulated the air around him to flow gently, creating a barrier between himself and the encroaching fog.

"This means... he's arrived..."

The King of Bones' eyes flickered with blue flames, his exposed jawbone clacking as he uttered these words