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Serati stared dazedly at the chain-bound white dragon. It was unmistakably a white dragon, a type of dragon that ruled over snow and ice, inhabiting the northernmost reaches of Dragon Land.
Judging by its size, it hasn’t gained sentience yet, Serati thought.
Dragons were born as beasts and, upon reaching maturity, would awaken as sages. The white dragon before her was around 20 meters long, about 150 years old by her estimation. Since dragons typically gained full intelligence at around 200 years, this one was clearly still in its beast phase.
Of course, that didn’t mean the dragon was harmless. Even without sentience, a dragon was a terrifying force of nature. Its body, saturated with draconic mana, was a living weapon, and its breath, a powerful attack, could rival or surpass most high-tier spells. Even this one alone could probably wipe out a small city or two.
And yet look at the state it’s in…
As Serati struggled to process the absurdity, four archliches descended lightly before her. With skeletal hands still clutching the heavy chains, they bowed respectfully before Karnak. Kalaf and Demphis reported in a composed tone.
"Our master."
"We have done as you commanded."
Meanwhile, Maloka seemed slightly flustered. "Why is Brother Charlie here?"
"Charlie?"...
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