Idra trembled slightly.
The next moment, she couldn't hold back anymore. She darted forward to an ancient tree nearby, wrapped her arms around its trunk, and inhaled deeply—greedily pulling in the energy saturating the air.
"Yes…"
Her voice shook with excitement.
"This is it. This is the scent."
"This is the Dragon God's power—pure and real!"
She whipped her head around, eyes blazing, and stared straight at Ethan.
"Dad!"
"Can we… can we take the whole mountain back with us?!"
Ethan chuckled and reached out, gently ruffling her hair.
The gesture was soft, but his voice carried quiet certainty.
"If it's something you want…"
"I'll make sure we take it."
He lifted his gaze to the glowing peaks above, golden light cascading down like divine fire. His expression cooled, voice lowering into something sharper.
"But first—there's something we have to deal with."
"If we don't handle Malreth, this mountain… isn't going anywhere."
Idra perked up immediately.
