'It's the same as before...'
Alan recoiled in disgust. The spikes and rugged scales on his body caught pieces of sludge, which were quickly expelled with the help of a few spells. The disgusting sea of Terra Damnum was the same as ever.
Perhaps it had grown even more vile since his last visit. The air was stale, the ground was lifeless, and the sea was polluted beyond repair.
It hurt to breathe in this foul water. It was uncomfortable to even swim in it, but at the same time.
It was peaceful, for a certain part of Alan Peccator was reacting to the sea, not the dirt and sludge within it, not the disgusting part of it... but rather the chaotic part of it.
Chaos Mana was abundant within the sea, and every drop of it was calling out to him; it was speaking to him. It was like a thousand eyes were all focused on him, all desired him. Alan sighed in his dragon form, releasing an abundant amount of frost mana into the sea, causing the temperature to drop around him.
