The deep of night brought a cooler breeze.
Some players launched into a grand battle on their first day, while others had just learned to walk.
Along the coast of the Tunus City-State.
On a secluded stretch of shoreline, a young boy with black hair and red eyes, about thirteen or fourteen years old, emerged from the sea.
He was stark naked, yet he didn't feel cold in the chilly night wind. Of course, he had no intention of staying undressed.
Being without clothes was simply because while in his giant dragon form he was already bare; scales need no garments, and transforming didn't conjure cloth out of thin air.
Creating clothes out of nothing—that would be fantasy.
The boy glanced around. It was pitch black, without a trace of human life.
However, he detected the scent of flesh and blood in the air.
Following this faint smell to the mainland, the boy saw a quiet, sleeping fisherman's house and slipped right in, rifling through someone else's wardrobe in the dark.
