Deep within the karst cave lay the unimaginably massive remains of a Frost Dragon. Its jagged bone claws looked as though they had been carved from thousand-year cold jade, while its enormous skeletal wings were folded over its spine. Every inch of bone bore the weight of time, carrying an ancient, profound pressure.
The girl in the purple dress stood before the dragon skull. Purple spiritual light gathered in her raised hand as she cut open her wrist, and precious purple-gold blood welled forth.
Pale purple spiritual light, fragmented like fireflies and scattered stars, coiled around the slender, fair tips of the purple-clad girl's fingers. It slowly seeped into the depths of the dark, heavy Bone Dragon skull along the bone's icy patterns.
As the blood activated it, purple spiritual light continuously poured into the deathly silent dragon bones. The entire skeleton began to tremble faintly, and threads of dim crimson bloodlight slowly seeped from between the bones.
Within the previously hollow, sunken sockets of the dragon's eyes, two points of scarlet cold light abruptly burst forth, like an ancient beast that had slept for countless ages suddenly opening its eyes. A savage, icy, bloodthirsty aura swept through the entire dark cave like a tide.
The purple-clad girl stood on her tiny toes, pressing her tender white palm tightly against the cold dragon skull.
"Awaken, and make those insignificant thieves pay the price!"
Her soft, childish voice carried a biting chill born of ten thousand years of silence, gently echoing through the empty cavern.
The instant her clear chant ended, the purple spiritual light surged wildly and poured in full force into the source of the dragon bones.
Rumble—!
A muffled underground roar erupted, and Dragon Spine Snow Mountain shook violently. Ten-thousand-year ice stalactites hanging from the rock walls fell