Huh?
Where had the Holy Spear sent me?
Was this still Avalon?
When Sovell opened his eyes again, all he saw was pitch-black darkness.
I was already dead.
That was an indisputable fact.
His vitality was nowhere near as powerful as the White Dragon's, which could survive even after its heart was pierced and even repair itself.
But...
If I really was dead right now...
Then, logically speaking, after all those years serving under Lia, people ought to have considered me a "hero," and my soul should have returned to Avalon.
The problem was...
It wasn't as though I'd never been to Avalon before.
Even at night, Avalon wasn't so dark that I couldn't see my own hand.
Just as Sovell was puzzling over this, countless points of light suddenly rose around him, condensing into one flame after another.
The flames showed him not the slightest hostility. Instead, they simply stayed there quietly, helping illuminate the space.
However...
Sovell felt that his surroundings were unbearably hot, and that heat had been there long before the flames appeared.
Left with no choice, Sovell deployed a barrier, driving the heat out of the air within a one-meter radius of his body.
"As expected of the White Dragon's offspring."
Suddenly, a woman's voice rang out!
Scales instantly armored Sovell's body. Dragon claws and dragon horns appeared, a dragon tail and wings grew out, and his mystic eyes stood ready to activate.
"Hehehe. All right, all right, don't be so nervous."
The voice rang out again.
At once, the flames beside Sovell began spreading out in front of him.
Their light also let Sovell see the space clearly-
A massive underground cavern.
And with it this hot... it had to be at least a dozen miles below the surface.
That was what