“The beast awoke and headed for the river, so I was told by the last ones I released, the lucky ones who escaped with their lives… The time has come”. Sorrowful and worried, the young man who bore his metallic-blue armor, his shoulder and right arm exposed, got up on his mount, whose color matched his suit's. It was a nice dragonfly, a giant insect, which he tenderly called Argonaut. Like a metallic-blue ray, they took flight inside the dense curtain of falling water -- nothing could be more difficult.
