A four-winged dragon biting its own tail. It’s a symbol that I haven’t seen anywhere with the years of being a mercenary dungeon delver under my belt. Also, although it’s a regal four-winged dragon, I wouldn’t dare to assume it’s a noble family insignia as the act of biting one’s own tail signifies stupidity for them. However, it does remind me of that one creation myth from the Eastern part of the Empire.

Borosouro. It is said that in the dawn of time, there’s this giant white snake that ate its own tail to create our universe. It would be a relevant story if Borosuro was a dragon instead of a white snake, but… Wait. A white snake?

Nevermind. It’s too late now. I already ate all of its meat, and its rotting skin was left to the slime trench to deal with. Let me go test something for a bit.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

… It didn’t work out. I just tried rubbing its poison sack all over the ancient door and nothing happened. Either way, I don’t have any choice but to wait for another white snake to come out again to test some other theories.

If only I didn’t disregard Ethan whenever he talked about his dragons… He might be famous for being the eccentric beastmaster of Blue Canary, but his knowledge about dragons is second to none. I’d bet he would solve this ancient door in seconds.

It has only been two weeks since I've been trapped in this place, but to think that I’m getting sentimental over Ethan, the dragon maniac, of all people.

I noticed some grass growing surrounding the well. It has been awhile since the last time I touched grass. I don’t know who or what it was that got me trapped in here, but I hope they rot in hell.