"Lok Vah Koor!"
Laine, holding the Holy Dragon's Jaw, shouted this in Dragon Language.
This was a piece of Dragon Language Magic he had just learned from the Great Elder Khabazan—Purifying Heaven.
Laine's roar was like thunder, piercing through the thick fog and snowstorm ahead.
The millennia-old blizzard surrounding Skalaste Peak subsided in an instant.
"It's done! Although our species' Dragon Priest also understands Dragon Language Magic, their 'Purifying Heaven' effect is too weak, only lasting about ten seconds, unlike you who can directly calm the blizzard. As expected, only those recognized by the Holy Dragon King can unleash the full power of Purifying Heaven in Dragon Language."
The Great Elder Khabazan's eyes held a barely noticeable fervor. He spoke these words fluently in Common Language.
Laine scratched his head: "Shall we move on? Actually, I think I can do it alone..."
"No, we must visit the ruins of our ancestors, and also protect you, the Child of Prophecy."
