Lamia's heart tightened as she thought of her parents, and her expression grew anxious again. She was just about to run toward the main hall.
Just then, the floating castle suddenly began to shake, throwing Lamia off balance.
"What happened? Why is there an earthquake? We're in the sky!"
Lamia cried out in panic. Kara was just as bewildered, but she still stood resolutely in front of Lamia, vigilantly scanning her surroundings.
"ROAAAAAR—"
It was a terrifying dragon's roar.
Under Lamia and Kara's horrified gazes, the distant vampire palace collapsed with a thunderous crash. A colossal dragon raised its twin wings, blotting out the sky, its enormous body covering the entire heavens.
If it had merely been a giant dragon—a pure-blooded dragon—it would not have been enough to horrify Lamia and Kara.
After all, the three strongest races in the Little Garden were rare, but they did exist.
Nor were all members of the Little Garden's three strongest races Double Digits or higher. In truth, there were not many Double Digits. Most members of the three strongest races possessed only Four-Digit strength.
It was only because of their special nature that they lived in the upper levels of the Double Digits.
A pure-blooded dragon was rare, but not something that could never be seen.
What truly filled Lamia and Kara with absolute terror were the countless black contracts raining down from the sky like sheets of paper.
"A Demon Lord?!"
Lamia and Kara both recognized what those contracts were.
Their hearts wavered. They thought the vampires had encountered this disaster because of a Demon Lord's invasion.
But when they turned their gazes toward that terrifying dragon, expressions of disbelief appeared on both their faces.
Although it was a dragon, the aura it gave Lamia and Kara was incredibly familiar.
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