The sight of his grandpa's blood scattered everywhere triggered something deep within Raymond. It was an unusual and intense feeling he had never experienced before—a surge of determination that made him feel capable of almost anything. But at that moment, all he wanted was to avenge his grandpa's death. The single thought echoed relentlessly in his mind, urging him onward.

"Kill it, kill it, kill it," the insistent chant resounded in Raymond's mind, pushing him further towards a burning desire for retribution.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself back in the cave room, lying on the hard wooden bed. The last thing he remembered was that haunting voice, but now it had faded into the recesses of his memory. He hastily sat up and surveyed the dried bloodstains on the floor. To his astonishment, the chair and desk, which had been present during his initial encounter with the dragon, had disappeared, leaving behind an eerie sense of emptiness in the room.

"All of that wasn't a dream," he muttered to himself, coming to terms with the harsh reality of the events that had unfolded in the room.

"So, you do remember what happened here, I suspect," a voice suddenly spoke, breaking the silence and drawing Raymond's attention.

Startled, Raymond turned towards the doorway of the room and saw an elf boy standing there. The boy appeared to be roughly his age, with long grey hair that held a hint of blue and fiery red eyes, which appeared swollen, suggesting he had recently shed tears.

"And who are you?" Raymond asked cautiously, his voice laced with uncertainty as he assessed the mysterious elf boy before him.

"I should be asking you that. Who are you? And what happened here? Was it you who did it? I don't know anything, so I couldn't even kill you, as you were the only one who could answer me. So, tell me everything," the boy demanded fiercely and desperately, his eyes reflecting a mixture of anger and confusion.

"Okay, okay, calm down. I don't know what you're thinking, but it's not like that. I didn't do anything to harm Grandpa," Raymond began, but the boy named Luan interrupted him, his impatience evident.

"Grandfather only had one grandson, and that's me," Luan asserted firmly, leaving no room for doubt as he laid claim to his familial status.

Raymond could feel the intensity in the room, and Luan appeared like a raging red fire like his eyes, poised to consume everything in his path. Raymond understood that his next words were crucial if he hoped to survive this ordeal.

"YOUR GRANDFATHER WAS THE ONE WHO SUMMONED ME AND TOLD ME I'M HIS GRANDSON. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, I PROMISE!" Raymond shouted urgently, his words filled with desperation and sincerity as he tried to convey the truth.

Luan gradually calmed himself down, his fiery demeanor subsiding, and he settled onto the bed, his expression transitioning from anger to contemplation.

"I knew about his obsession with summoning a human, but I didn't think he would actually do it. And don't think for a second that I trust you. Now, tell me every single detail from the moment you were summoned here to this point, and then I will decide if I want to kill you or not," Luan declared, his voice carrying a sense of skepticism as he awaited Raymond's account of the strange events that had unfolded.

Raymond proceeded to recount everything, leaving no detail untold, realizing that his life indeed depended on the narrative he weaved. He described his summoning, the encounter with the dragon, and the gruesome death of the elf he believed to be his grandpa. Every word he spoke carried the weight of truth and desperation.

"Hmm, I see. So, you're saying a dragon entered through that window, killed Grandfather, and you somehow survived. How?" Luan inquired, his skeptical gaze fixed on Raymond as he sought to make sense of the extraordinary tale.

"Weren't you the one that saved me?" Raymond asked, confusion evident in his voice as he tried to reconcile the events and Luan's involvement.

"No, I didn't. When I came in, you were just lying there, passed out on the floor with blood all over you, and you were holding onto the dragon's claw," Luan explained, clarifying his role in the aftermath of the attack.

"I have no idea how I survived. Maybe it left? I didn't say anything about dragons, though the skin did look reptilian. But how do you know it was a dragon for sure?" Raymond replied, his words tinged with a combination of bewilderment and unease, as he sought to understand the nature of the creature that had attacked them.

"Because there was a whole dragon claw in the room," Luan revealed, shedding light on the undeniable evidence of the terrifying encounter, leaving no doubt about the identity of the creature that had wreaked havoc in their midst.