The First Step in Training to Be A Dragonair

Arthur didn't know for how long he lost his consciousness, but when he woke up, he found that conspicuous book still in his hand. He felt sore all over his body, like being beaten by heavenly tribulation.

"What should I do with you?" he dragged his aching body to sit over a small rock in the place, while eyeing that book with doubt and fear.

The last battle that he, luckily, got out of it unscathed was still lingering fresh inside his mind. Soul attacks weren't that easy to handle, and this time he wasn't well prepared, but if he had to use that book again he had to be much better prepared.

That if he was in desperate need for that book!

He opened its pages again, to find there was no change whatsoever in the book. "Didn't you die or what?" he skeptically asked himself while putting a book inside his ring. "Let you rote inside for now," he muttered, while taking out some meat and started chewing them.