As Raphael continued to make his way towards the city walls of the north, he quickly realised that he was finally making distance towards his location.
It seems like Saint Michael has had a sort of effect on my perspective ever since my fight with Yuki. Now that he's dead, I'm free.
He wondered what other secrets the first angel might hold. And where was Yuki?
As he travelled, his mind fell on the Dunkelwacht. On the God of Flames.
It was a powerful name. One even stronger than his.
The remaining dragons in the world were the Emerald and the Golden. He wondered which one would reside on the Volcanic Islands.
After a short travel, Raphael finally reached the snowy walls of the city.
There was a giant gate guarding the entrance to the city that stood ten times the height of a man.
Luckily for Raphael, the gates were open, otherwise he would have to find a way to sneak inside.
But as he approached, a thought quickly fell on him.
