"Ilia Danvers, come out!"
Trent Marsh's shout echoed through Mont.
"Come out and face me!"
His voice rose again!
"Sorry, I don't have the time right now."
Ilia Danvers' voice came from an unknown place.
"If you're really capable, fight your way to the gates of the Mont Royal Palace."
"I, Ilia Danvers, am sitting on the dragon throne. But in your current state, Lord Theodore Marsh, it seems quite difficult."
"Do you really think Mont is a place where you can do as you please?"
"Trent Marsh, times have changed."
The moment Ilia Danvers' voice fell, three dragons appeared in the sky!
The three dragons roared as they circled.
They were over ten meters long, entirely golden!
Golden dragons!
"Haha! Dragons! We slayed dragons back then, yet today, dragons still soar in the sky."
Trent Marsh didn't fear; he only grew more excited.
The appearance of dragons indicated that something indeed happened with the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance back then.
