"They're yours!"
The moment the old man pushed the box in his hand before Xiao Wen, it opened, and a blazing white light flashed forth, illuminating the sky.
Xiao Wen felt as though his mind had exploded at that instant.
Three phantoms appeared in his mind. They were three enormous dragons.
One was entirely azure, covered in layered armor-like scales; one was dim purple-gray; and the last was crimson red, with a sharp horn atop its head.
The instant the three dragons appeared, they threw back their heads and roared. An incomparably terrifying pressure erupted, a vast power bursting forth in an instant and breaking through heaven and earth.
Eye of Timaeus (Eye of Timaeus. PS: The name varies slightly depending on the translation version)!
Fang of Critias (Fang of Critias)!
Claw of Hermos (Claw of Hermos)!
The three names surfaced in Xiao Wen's mind. In that instant, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.
"The legendary Nameless Dragons... are these the three dragons?"
Xiao Wen looked at the three blank cards in his hand, his face filled with shock.
Vaguely, he could sense the dragons' cries and hear that inexplicable summons. As the call echoed in his ears, it seemed as though deep dragon roars rumbled through the air.
After a long while, the white light gradually faded, revealing the three Nameless Dragon cards lying flat inside the box. The emptiness in Xiao Wen's eyes slowly vanished, and a faint smile flickered across his brow.
He closed the box, then bowed and said, "Thank you for your kindness, sir."
The old man nodded and waved his hand. "No need to thank me. You earned this. It wasn't I who gave the Nameless Dragons to you—it was the Nameless Dragons who chose you. Those not chosen by the Nameless Dragons