Jon gazed at the Dragon Feast Altar before him, his heart filled with tumultuous thoughts that refused to calm.
If dungeons were to influence people's lives somehow, then the high-quality illusions and images they offered would surely be among the most captivating aspects.
"This is fantastic! Once Prince Lanle learns about this, he'll definitely give me a raise...."
His lips curled into a smile as he reached towards the altar once more.
This time, as he touched the burning flame again, no illusions appeared.
In the depths of his mind, it seemed the voices of ancient Dragon Warriors were converging and overlapping, forming an indescribable sound that echoed in his ears, instructing him on how to perform the Dragon Feast Ceremony.
In reality, it was simple. All one needed to do was consume the heart of a giant dragon they themselves had defeated in front of the Dragon Feast Altar to obtain the power of the dragon.
