Chapter 648: Holy Beast Envoy

otta Dragon," an heirloom passed down from our ancestors, was still around, and my grandfather was strong and healthy. But as time went by, the Sword Ridge Dragon grew too old and frail. My father cha...When I first encountered "Black Tide," it was spring.

That day and night, the bright mirror hung high.

The arrival of the "first wave" was unsummoned. They emerged from the mist and vanished back into it, as if nothing had happened at all.

Perhaps only my vanished subordinates know how the battle between mist and water unfolded.