Drakion looked at the dispersing Dragon Soul with a sad smile. What the Golden Dragon had said was still shocking him—only one enemy had annihilated an entire dragon clan numbering in the thousands.
"Where is the Dragon Soul?" Drakion's thought was abruptly interrupted as the young woman disturbed him. His frown deepened as his gaze turned chilling. Killing intent stirred within him—he felt the urge to erase her from existence.
But then, seeing the confusion in her eyes—eyes clearly unaware of what she had done, still pestering him to explain the disappearance of the Dragon Soul—he held back, exhaling a sigh.
"What happened to the Dragon Soul is none of your business," Drakion snorted and turned away.
Now that he knew there was a way to save Dragon Souls from death's grasp, he resolved to rescue them all—those still bound by the curse of the death aura.
But as Drakion moved forward, he noticed something irritating—the young woman was still following him.
