In the pitch-black sea of clouds, the Purgatory Dragon moves.
Bathed in thunderbolt, it coils high above, its head visible but its tail unseen.
Like a Demon God, sacred yet terrifying, it gazes down at the "mortals" below.
"My dear old friend, since our parting at the Magick Academy, I have missed you dearly. Now that you've come before me, do you not even wish to reveal yourself for a mere meeting? This truly pains me; I still prefer the unruly you."
"What nonsense are you muttering to yourself?"
A hint of confusion flickered across Anderson's face, puzzled as to why the other would suddenly say this.
Yet the Blood Demon Bra residing in his body was struck like a thunderbolt, his heart skipping a beat.
"Impossible! This is impossible!" Bra screeched, "I've never actively revealed myself, how could this person know I'm here! There are many who know Shadow Step!"
"Mr. Blood Demon, are you sure he can't discover you?"
