บท 155: The Draconic Truth

The Vistic hall, a sacred domain where only the leaders of the Azure clan were allowed to venture. The hall itself wasn't very fancy, what made it a sacred place were the countless rituals that took place here every single day without fail. 

The cleansing ritual. 

Milo stepped into the Vistic hall followed by his small group, his eyes immediately settled on 3 small iridescent stones bobbing up and down in a metallic grey liquid. The hall was filled to the brim with dense mana to the point Milo felt like his core may explode from overload. 

He looked down beneath his feet, the lavish blue carpet stretched all the way to the far side of the room where a silver throne sat. Coiling around the arms of the throne, nestles and branches with thorns intertwined. Atop these thorns, a golden liquid dropped into a small divot either side of the throne.