Two hundred years ago, Thalia already knew that a group of thieves frequently entered its sleeping place. But while it was still in slumber, it didn't have many means to stop them. Thus, it could only place a curse on the three villages.

From then on, the villagers could not see the souls attached to the treasures, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. Though only one-tenth of the people returned each year, the three villages slowly accumulated a large number of treasures. They almost emptied out the dark dragon’s sleeping place.

"No matter what, you won’t obtain the dragon soul. Even if I have to perish, I won't give you the chance!" Thalia roared.

To force a true dragon to say such words was enough for the two chiefs to be proud. However, this wasn’t their goal. They didn't care about Thalia perishing.

Suddenly, Alistair shouted, "The time has come!"

The wind howled, and a giant silver net fell from the sky.

Thalia stopped and looked up. The world before her eyes turned b