Inside the Small World where the humans were imprisoned, the Rich Gold Squad sat on the ground in utter boredom, their faces gray and lifeless, long devoid of the high spirits they had possessed when they had first set out to hunt young dragons.
Clearly, this failure had dealt them far too great a blow.
Weiya, the only Soul Mage, had also awakened. She had no idea what had happened while she was unconscious. All she felt now was a buzzing in her head, her mind filled with the image of that young dragon reaching out a claw and flicking a coin against her forehead.
That seemingly gentle flick had knocked her unconscious instantly. Such terrifying finger strength could only belong to a Level 7 Soul Guard, right? What surprised her was that they had not died. What surprised her even more was learning from Bearded Xibo that they had been captured by that Red Gold Hatchling.
They had gone to capture a young dragon, only to be captured by one instead. The thought was almost theatrical.
Weiya sat quietly, but her heart grew increasingly restless. Unable to bear it any longer, she asked Bearded Xibo, "Xibo, what do we do next? Hurry up and think of a way to escape this place!"
Xibo could not even be bothered to lift his eyelids. The basketball-sized Small World on Su Hao's claw flashed through his mind as he said blandly, "I've looked. This is a spherical prison, something very strange, like a Deity's new world. You can enter, but you can't leave."
He stretched out his hands and gestured, excitement, desolation, and despair mingling in his eyes. "Can you imagine that the place we're in right now is only this tiny? This incomparably vast space you see is only this big...