Hall of Memories
"He-hey! Isn't it time you gave up?!"
-The Druddigon claws at Casval, who leaps out of the way-
"Whew. That was close. Ack!"
-Casval uses a stone pedestal to block the next swipe, and upon it breaking in half, grabs the bigger piece and wedges it between the dragon-type's jaws-
-The rock crumbles under the enormous pressure-
-continues running around-
There is no night without dawn. The sun is always sure to rise.