Hungry Void
Kyle made the long walk home, finally reaching his room. The moment he entered, he was met with the sight of Void sprawled out on the bed, and his eyes locked on the ceiling with an unmistakable expression of boredom. The dragon's sleek black scales glistened under the faint light filtering in through the window.
Void's head snapped toward the door the moment he heard a creak. "Finally, you're back. Thought you'd decided to abandon me for good this time."
"I expected you to be cultivating, not brooding. What's going on?"
"What's going on?!" Void repeated Kyle's question. Standing up to show his anger. "You left me here without food, starving while you gallivanted around! How do you expect a mighty Drakkon to reach his peak on an empty stomach?"
Kyle thought about what Void had said and concluded that the complaint was fair. What was supposed to be a short training session that would last a couple of hours had extended well into the day.