Going a little back in time…
White fog shrouded the area where the Dragon God Lake once used to be. Several figures slowly emerged from a golden door. Although they just survived an ordeal, there was not any trace of joy visible on their faces.
A certain stunningly beautiful face had an extremely lonely look on it. Her silver hair fluttered as she lost count of how many times she had looked at the door behind her.
And every time she did that, the person she hoped to see never appeared.
Lesiah let out a long sigh as light dimmed in her eyes.
Walking next to her, Rosdell could hardly bear to continue watching her. His heart ached for the princess, but he pulled himself together to cheer her up.
“Please relax, your royal highness. That person will be fine. She’s a dragon princess after all.”
Lesiah clasped her hand over her chest. The blood that belonged to that person was still boiling in her beating heart. That was the only assurance Lesiah had. Even if Lilith’s opponent was a legendary deity. Even if the chance for Lilith to return was extremely slim. As long as the dragon blood was still active, Lesiah knew Lilith was still safe and sound…
At the thought of that, Lesiah felt regret. When her consciousness was about to fade at the Titan’s graveyard, she used the last bit of her focus and heard that…
“All this is just the dream of a deity.”
That was what Titan 12138 had said.
How unbelieveable. To think that everything they had experienced was merely the dream of some deity.
After waking up, Lesiah was immediately able to connect all the dots and figured out that everything Titan 12138 said was real.
That was why she was extremely clear on Lilith’s next course of action, which was no different than sending herself to the arms of Death.
Ahhh, had she not known about all this, she would at least still have hope in her heart.
Lesiah turned her head back again. Under her gaze, everything in the golden door burned down into ashes that scattered in the wind.
The runes inscribed on the golden door also faded before disappearing.
Under Lesiah’s gaze, the gateway to a divine dream world that was possibly made by someone on purpose, then vanished too.
Lesiah fell into a deep thought. This incident might not be as simple as they thought. Or at least, the door to Cornelia’s dream was not left by Cornelia herself.
After all, no one would want anyone else to disturb their sweet dream, right?
“Huh, strange… Why is it so quiet here?”
Diana’s puzzled voice pulled Lesiah back to reality. The princess concentrated and observed their surroundings.
The fog was very thick, so much that even Lesiah could not see through it though she was a martial warrior.
And since she was lost in her grief earlier and was not paying attention, she only realized how terrible and suffocating the atmosphere was. She even found it a little difficult to breathe.
“Something isn’t right. The magic power around here is so thick that it has condensed into fog. This concentration is enough to erode flesh, is there no one in the academy guarding this place?” Diana asked.
As the person who was most sensitive to magic power, Diana was quick to notice the anomaly here. Yet her instinct told her that there was no danger here. After all, this was St. Caroline Academy, located in the heart of the Holy Dragon Empire. If this place were in danger, that meant the entire nation would have also fallen into a huge crisis.
A powerful roar was heard coming from further up ahead in the fog.
Diana, Durance and others rejoiced at the voice. Without a doubt, this voice belonged to Mr. Miguel, one of the lecturers in the academy.
Apart from being a homeroom teacher, Mr. Miguel was also a fitness instructor. So all the students at St. Caroline Academy had been yelled at by him at least once.
Hence, Diana and Durance were able to easily recognize his voice.
Since Mr. Miguel’s roar was still powerful, it meant that the academy was still safe and that put both of them at ease.
“Hey, Mr. Miguel! We’re here!” Diana shouted at the lecturer who was not visible in the thick fog.
After a long time, there was still no answer.
Diana could not help but frown. “Strange. I was so loud, but no one responded. Did all the lecturers in the academy go on a vacation?”
Durance shook his head. “Then how would you explain Mr. Miguel’s voice from just now?” Check latest chapters at novel•fire.net
A worried look appeared on Diana’s face. “Why didn’t he reply me? Did he not hear me? The fog here feels very strange, it makes me anxious.”
Lesiah stroked her chin and thought for a moment before asking, “You two, what did he mean by ‘activate’ just now?”
“Activate?” Diana was slightly taken aback. It was only now she recalled that Mr. Miguel indeed shouted that just now.
“Maybe he was going to activate something to surprise us and welcome our return?”
Lucas suddenly leaned his tanned and shiny head closer, grinning mischievously. “After all, the heroes have returned. They gotta at least throw us a party to welcome us home.”
“Do you really believe that’s going to happen?”
Lesiah rolled her eyes at Lucas. “Putting aside this strange atmosphere, we technically escaped back here.”
“Well, no one knows we escaped back,” Lucas muttered, seemingly defiant.
“Anyway, I’m convinced that they’re throwing us a party to celebrate our return. They must have hidden themselves to surprise us. Hehe… I wonder if there’ll be a lot of pretty girls at the party.”
A lecherous look appeared on Lucas’ face, as he started fantasizing what was waiting for him. Ignoring everyone, he made his way to the academy based on his memory.
Lesiah shook her head in resignation, but did not stop him.
It was extremely unlikely that it was a party to welcome them back, but they should be safe. This place was part of St. Caroline Academy after all.
However, something unexpected happened.
Lucas’ miserable shout was suddenly heard not far away.
Diana shook her head with a serious expression, indicating that the visibility here was too low for her to see what happened to Lucas.
“Damn it, did something really happen to St. Caroline Academy?” Lesiah muttered to herself. While she was trying to think of a way to deal with the situation, she suddenly felt her world spin.
She lost her balance and fell flat on her face, though she was a martial warrior at the peak of the ninth rank.
Despite the amount of battle qi in her body, she could not summon even an ounce of it. It was almost as if the fall had knocked all of it out of her.
“What the hell is happening?!”
Rosdell struggled furiously, but found himself no different than an overturned tortoise. He could not even flip himself over.
The others also found themselves in similar situations. It was as if they had no resistance to that strange power.
The white fog around them then began surging wildly
Everyone felt a sharp pain in their brain and immediately lost consciousness.