Before the giant gate, a dragon could be seen. Curled up and unmoving. It was about ten meters long from head to tail, quite small compared to what they were expecting.
Of course, Axel understood that Fenrir and the rest wouldn't lead them there to fight without preparations. Rather, they wouldn't have discovered this if the dragon was "active," as they would've ended up fighting it as soon as they found it.
"Is it... asleep?" Axel asked.
Given that they were quite noisy as they landed, and the fact that the said black dragon remained unmoving, the only conclusion they could get was that...
"No, Master." Fenrir shook her head. "It's already dead."
"I see..."
Axel frowned.
The dragon that they should be fighting was already dead... This conclusion felt a bit too abrupt and unbelievable. But more than that, a problem was bugging him. "Wasn't the dragon sealed together with Nidavellir?"
It was a valid question.
