In the pitch-black tunnel, a sudden red light flared up, and a massive creature burst out from the abyss, crawling onto the edge of the black pool.
Black water trickled down the creature's purple-black scales, dripping to the ground, forming streams that slowly flowed back to the black pool.
Gasque Loren widened his eyes, for in front of him appeared a gigantic crocodile over two meters tall at the shoulder.
Apart from its glowing red eyes with inverted V-shaped pupils, this crocodile looked no different from an ordinary one.
Gasque Loren couldn't help but speak:
"Is this... Demon Agares?"
"No, it's just a mount."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Gasque Loren.
The voice sounded as aged as he was.
Gasque Loren turned around, and there stood an old man in a blue robe, with disheveled white hair and a scraggly white beard, behind him.
An ordinary eagle flew out from the crocodile's mouth, landing gently on the old man's shoulder.
