Chapter 68: The Dragon's Gift

The dragon dropped a rolled parchment tied with a rope, the sound of the paper hitting the stone floor echoing through Malakai's consciousness. Malakai stared at the parchment, his curiosity piqued. "What is that?" he asked Gorthok, his voice tinged with wonder.

Gorthok cleared his throat, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "Ahh, a scroll, for the spell."

Malakai's confusion deepened. "So, I just say the incantation written on the paper while channeling my Mana, right?"

Gorthok waved his hand, and a basket appeared, filled with a golden red liquid and a single dragon scale. Malakai's eyes widened as he stared at the scale, its surface glinting like polished gemstone.

Gorthok's voice broke the silence. "What is this?" Malakai asked, his voice laced with confusion. "I thought you said spells only needed Mana."