Three days later.
'I wondered how she was able to grow so fast and be able to kill an Origin Tier even if she wasn't one.' Snow thought as he stood in a facility on Pendragon Island.
It was beneath the river around the island and was made of thick steel plates and there was a glass chamber in the center of this round, rod-like facility.
Snow stood on one of the upper mezzanines, holding the railings as he watched Isolde who sat in a glass chamber at the bottom.
She was surrounded by six elderly men all of whom sat in meditative postures as they channelled the mana they just attracted with the meditative exercise towards Isolde.
This way, Isolde gained mana from six Saint Tier dragon summoners and this mana along with the great amount of dungeon cores were able to push her summons through the aid of her first one which slackened the limits of her dragonfly and hornless white dragon to higher tiers.
