Head Mod Hunting (1)

Dragons could distinguish living beings by their colors.

Like black-and-white logic, villains were black and good people were white.

If someone's thoughts were humble, they were blue; if they were dyed in lust, they were red.

“This...!”

And Felicie, the queen of all dragons, had a keener sense of color than any other dragon.

The colors she saw when she peered into the Head Mod were...

“...A rainbow?”

They couldn't be defined as any one thing.

Various colors and shapes streamed through Felicie's mind like flashes.

An impossible color, one that should never have existed...