In the heart of Tayapan City, within the vast underground palace beneath the golden pyramid of the former Heavenly God Itzamna.
The majestic structure, built of heavy rock enchanted through Black Sorcery, had stood here for at least a thousand years, yet remained as sturdy as new.
At this moment, the underground palace was filled to the brim with gold, Mithril, and jewels of every color; there was not a single spot to set foot.
Even the royal treasuries of some smaller nations on the Old Continent likely could not compare to the wealth amassed here.
At the very center of this mountain of gold and sea of silver, Catherine, clad in nothing but a red silk gown, lay as peacefully as a sleeping beauty.
Ever since she and the Mithril Dragon soul within her had fused as one, two tiny, glinting golden Dragon Horns had appeared on her smooth, pale forehead.
