Ethan just shook his head. Could the stories really be that incredible?
It had to be some gimmick cooked up by the tourism companies. A hundred-thousand-dollar ticket, and then you had to bid for the privilege of being sprinkled with so-called "sacred blood." It sounded like a scam for gullible rich people.
His curiosity began to fade. Still, that woman had claimed she'd been inside, that she'd heard a dragon's roar. He couldn't help but wonder if she was telling the truth.
Ethan's gaze drifted back to her, a flicker of blue light passing through his eyes.
"Ah!"
The woman, who'd been propping her chin on one hand while idly spearing a piece of fruit with her fork, suddenly shrieked. The fork slipped from her fingers and clattered onto the table.
"Mila, what's wrong?" her friend asked, startled.
