Chapitre 665: [665] Corruption, you say?

Sabrina knelt down, exhausted, and freezing. Though Azmakul had taken pity on her and regulated the temperature in the surrounding area... he had done it only to the point where it would barely be comfortable for him.

And barely comfortable for him was still unbearable for Sabrina, One wouldn't feel the difference in temperature when it was in the negatives. She couldn't breathe, and Azmakul had to increase it even further.

"How weak."

She didn't have the strength to argue. She had gained some courage during the absurdly long week she had spent with this dragon, in this desolate expanse.

Though she couldn't prove it, and couldn't believe it... She was sure this dragon had done something in this particular area. It was just something in the back of her mind, though. She was still uncertain.