With a series of crisp footsteps, a tall, beautiful woman gradually came into view. Her skin was faintly blue, and her long hair fell like seaweed, gleaming with a pearly luster in the sunlight.
Most striking of all were her eyes-there were no pupils, only a deep azure, as though they held an entire ocean.
"Holy Flame Emperor Danyla Targaryen!"
The woman's voice sounded like waves gently lapping against a reef.
"Welcome to the Land of Awakening!"
Although the woman's profound aura made Danyla feel very comfortable, she did not lower her guard.
"Who are you?"
"I am Christina, the last guardian of this island."
The woman gracefully offered Danyla a bow according to noble etiquette.
"Or rather, I am the embodiment of this island's will."
She raised her hand, and the crystalline rocks around her immediately shone with a soft light, projecting a holographic image into the air. It was precisely the scene Danyla had just witnessed in the weirwood's memories.
"As you can see, this land is being reborn."
Christina continued,
"And I need your help."
Danyla could not help raising an eyebrow at that.
"Help?"
Christina nodded earnestly.
"The island's growth has consumed too much of my energy, and now the magma activity underground is weakening. Without intervention, the uplift may stop, or the island may even sink again."
"The greedy creatures of the deep sea are constantly coveting the energy here. Their arrival could easily destroy the island's fragile ecosystem."
As she spoke, she pointed toward the distant volcanic crater.
"That is the energy core of the entire island, but it needs powerful flame energy to sustain its vitality. Your Great Dragon..."
Her gaze fell on Myracis.
"Your Great Dragon could easily accomplish that."
Danyla pondered for a moment. If these three islands continued to rise,