How was my kiss? Not bad, right?

Roar!

With a majestic dragon's roar, nine colossal dragons spiraled through the sky, encircling Timothy and Sylvia.

As the dragons danced and soared, the sky was bathed in a brilliant golden light.

An overwhelming sense of awe spread in all directions.

Amidst this grandeur, faint beams of light pierced through the dark sky, carrying an ancient, mysterious aura.

A fragrant breeze drifted down, as if it had traveled from the dawn of time.

Legend has it that the dragons possess a supreme ritual known as the Blessing of the Nine Dragons.

When the Blessing of the Nine Dragons is performed, it can summon celestial phenomena, a sign of divine favor.

Since ancient times, only saints have been worthy of receiving such an honor.

And after that era, no one had ever witnessed the Blessing of the Nine Dragons again.

Now, the mysterious aura descended, enveloped by the nine dragons.