Over four hundred participants from the Beautiful Country joined the quest.
Among them, over a hundred were loyal followers of White Emperor, whom he had kept until the end.
They saw the bloodthirsty White Emperor, whose brutality was unprecedented.
Thousands of kin were buried in his jaws—how could anyone witness this and not feel fear?
The mere one hundred or so survivors were no gods.
They, too, would fear.
Guiding their retreat, holding together, was the only thing they could do.
Just as their retreat was about to complete, the White Emperor appeared before them.
The fight they imagined didn't happen.
This Dragon Emperor, who had nearly slaughtered all the Dragon Race and Contractors in the quest, didn't attack them but instead watched them with a smile.
"What's wrong? Haven't you planned for a success within reach?"
"Surely you noticed that I have not touched any Dragon Crystals in this quest?"
