(Zey's POV)

-I'm lost. Those four lovebirds went somewhere once I looked away and now I can't find them... I bet I would be a nuisance anyways so...-

In the end, Zey just aimlessly wandered around town. He saw people here and there doing their everyday chores or playing around. Some were buying, some were trying to pick up girls, which made Zey frustrated, or others would be training.

One particular training field stood out. Not because the people training there were impressive but because of the noise that came from there. It was the old dragon and a young girl.

«Again! Repeat it a thousand more times! Even if your worthless power doesn't rise, at least get stamina damn it!» (Old dragon)

The girl kept using fire magic as her body's sweat kept getting evaporated and then formed again, drenching her over and over again. Her red flame-like hair flew around with each magic she used.

«Why?! I'm a warrior!» (Young girl)

A few tears could be seen on her face for a second but they also disappeared with the heat.

«Because my blood runs through your veins you disgrace of a granddaughter! You should have enough power to burn this whole city to the ground!» (Old dragon)

The old dragon kept on insulting the young girl and Zey stayed by watching her ceaselessly repeating the same magic.

«Even that boy could do better than this! And he's just an Imp!» (Old dragon)

The old dragon was pointing to Zey. He didn't know when he was noticed but he fell to the ground once he heard his race being referred. He was a high-imp. Still, an imp nonetheless. Imps are lowly magic demons no even high-imps who are as powerful as normal demons are seen as low creatures. Questions stormed his mind but one surpassed all the others:

"How?" How did he know?