Inside the main hall of the Tyrant Dragon Sanctuary, Hallel knelt before the radiant, demon-light curtain. Like a scolded child caught doing wrong, he had completely lost his former brutality and arrogance.
Behind the curtain was a swirling mass of colorful, indistinct demon light—at once resembling a coiled dragon and a towering, mystical mountain.
After a long while, a hoarse, archaic voice drifted out from behind the curtain.
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