In a vast hall, the dragon ancestor sat cross-legged, his palms pressed together in silent focus.
Behind him, Leon also sat cross-legged, glancing at Miranda, who stood beside him.
"Then, please do me a favor, Miranda," Leon said softly.
Miranda smiled and gave a small nod. "Yes, Master. Leave it to me."
Leon shifted his gaze to the wound on the dragon ancestor's body, his expression turning serious.
"I really hope we can heal this," he whispered, clenching his right hand tightly.
His control over the power of chaos was fairly advanced, but not yet strong enough to wield it in harmony with holy power.
That was why Miranda's role was crucial—while he focused on channeling the holy power, Miranda would control the chaos power.
In front of the dragon ancestor, Athena sat with her fingers interlocked and a troubled expression on her face.
There was nothing she could do at this point—she could only entrust everything to Leon and Miranda.
