"Drayken, you are finally here." Synthia slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze immediately fell on Drayken, who looked almost completely fine, without a single injury on his body. She heaved a sigh of relief as she slowly stood up from the ground:
'As long as he is fine.'
The moment she rose.
The Nine Rank Seven Dragons immediately bowed.
"Princess Synthia."
"Hmm," Synthia waved her hand, "You may raise your heads now."
"Thank you, Princess Synthia," the Nine said in unison, raising their heads.
Then, Eleanor asked, looking straight at Drayken:
"What is this place? Is it naturally formed, or did you create it artificially? If it's natural, was it a coincidence, or did you find it using something?"
Being bombarded with questions, he pushed Eleanor's face away, which was dangerously creeping toward him, and spoke in a stern voice:
"Please keep your distance first."
