"Did you hear? The Dragon Pearls and Divine Dragons have really appeared!"
"How could I not have? They say the water upstream in the Kobol River has been polluted by a Demon Dragon's venom, and several villages downstream have had to flee for their lives!"
"The Northern Lands aren't safe anymore. I'm thinking of leaving for a while to wait things out… Sigh, if those people want to fight over the Dragon Pearls, why do they have to do it here…"
Listening to the chatter in the tavern, the Hunter set down his cup and took another sip of lamb soup. He shook his head slightly. 'Jörmungandr's venom is indeed potent enough to kill even a God, but it only lasts for less than a minute. After that, it's just harmless pigment. Gulping it down would, at worst, only give you diarrhea.'
Just as he was thinking this, the Hunter raised his spoon to take another sip when a strange tremor ran through his spiritual world.
It was hunger—an endless, gnawing hunger.
