"Well, I never thought a Dragon Eater could walk so openly like this."
A golden-black-haired young man, his face concealed by a mask, floated above a city. His reddish-white and blackish-blue eyes gleamed ominously in the dark.
It was night, and although the city still buzzed with life, many had retreated for rest—subconsciously pulled by the natural rhythm of dusk.
The city wasn't too big nor too small, but it was positioned strategically atop an Origin Vein, with Originat flowing steadily into its heart.
An Origin Vein referred to a natural energy channel beneath the earth, carrying vast currents of Originat. There were low, middle, high, and superior grades of Origin Veins.
The one beneath this city was of low grade. Even so, it shouldn't be underestimated. Superior-grade veins were rare, and those who possessed them guarded them fiercely—only tapping into their power for special purposes or dire reasons.
