Trial of the Golden Dragon Sect (15)

'This isn't it... Right?' Michael looked downward with a cracking smile.

Initially, he had expected to arrive before some grand mountain, filled to the brim with dragons.

Instead, there was a fire spanning the entire forest and a half-destroyed mountain in sight.

These were no ordinary flames—they were made of mana, similar to the kind the drakes used, but much stronger.

And they had one distinct property that made them seem off: the color black.

The flames surged upward and all around, exuding extreme destructiveness.

But it also meant that this fire had started not too long ago—otherwise, it would have spread much further.

Checking the map, Michael couldn't spot any dots or anything else for that matter.

Instead, he opted to be even more certain by using Eyes of the Great Sage.

Only then was he able to tell that something was off—all of the black fire was concentrated in one particular spot.