"We won? Did we really win…?"
RagingTiger muttered in disbelief, mentally inserting himself into Orson's team like he'd been there the whole time.
Orson gave a faint smile and nodded toward the others as he looted the Dragon King's corpse.
The Flame Dragon's lair began to collapse—the instance was coming to an end, destined to vanish until a new Dragon King emerged.
"The cleanup crew from the guild will be here soon. Wild Gale, I'll leave the rest to you."
Orson glanced toward the three stunned Flame Dragons, who were too terrified to move. They'd taken on human forms—two men and one woman—and now stood frozen in fear, their eyes fixed on Aeloria. They knew any attempt to escape would be their last.
"Pick one and make a master-servant pact," Orson said casually to Wild Gale.
The female dragon, named Lanyris, reacted instantly, lowering her head and addressing Wild Gale with reverence.
