An iron-barred gate separated the inner and outer worlds.
Inside stood countless cold Golden Pupils, tall black figures rising in the darkness like obsidian statues. Further in stood an attic and a villa, and from the deepest depths came the slow, ancient breathing of a primordial beast.
Outside the gate stood a line of young dragon-slayers, gripping blades and guns. Hot blood surged through their veins as torrential rain poured over them, streaming down their soaked bangs, cutting across thick, dark eyebrows, and hanging in sparkling droplets from their long, slender eyelashes.
Chapter 92