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The dragon coughed violently, and black mist spewed out of its mouth, staining the surrounding ice and snow black. It lay weakly on the ground, dying. Mark realized that the dragon was not in a good state, and immediately stepped forward a few steps to check on it. He reached out to touch the dragon's scales, and a burning sensation came over him, and he quickly retracted his hand. The originally smooth surface of the scales now seemed to have been burned by a fierce fire, rough and full of cracks. The ice-blue luster also dimmed a lot, replaced by a sickly gray. The air around it also became hot, as if it was next to a stove. Even the falling snowflakes, before they touched the ground, had turned into steam.

The dragon opened its eyes with difficulty and looked at Mark, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness.

"It's useless. My life has come to an end. I'm happy to be free before I die." It spoke intermittently, as if every word exhausted its whole body's strength.

The dragon's chest rose and fell, and every breath was accompanied by a painful groan. Its huge body trembled slightly, as if it was in great pain.

Mark looked at the dragon's painful appearance, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. He originally thought that defeating the dragon would be a victory, but he didn't expect that behind the victory was the end of another life. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say. The surrounding ice and snow were dyed black by the black mist sprayed by the dragon, forming a sharp contrast with the originally pure white ice and snow, adding a sad atmosphere.

In the distance, several snow foxes watched this scene from a distance, whimpering a few times, and seemed to be sad for the fate of the dragon.

The dragon's eyes became blurred, as if it was trapped in memories.

"Selena..." It whispered a name, and its voice was full of regret and pain. Two lines of clear liquid flowed from the corners of the dragon's eyes, slowly flowing on its cracked scales. These are not tears, but a symbol of the dragon's vitality. The ice and snow world is unusually silent at this moment. There was only the sound of the cold wind whistling past and the faint breathing of the dragon.

Mark's heart was shocked. What kind of connection was there between Selina and the dragon?

He wanted to ask, but the dragon said first: "I... killed her. I was controlled by "him" and had no choice... I took the fragments of the coral palace and sent them to Toby's base."

The dragon's voice became weaker and weaker, as if it would disappear at any time. Its eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally slowly closed.

"Toby..." Mark repeated the last few words the dragon said, his eyes firm.

Mark took a deep breath, and the cold air filled his lungs, making him slightly sober. He looked at the dragon, and its huge body lay quietly on the ice and snow stained by the black fog, and there was no movement.

The dragon's last words echoed in his ears, Toby, base, fragments of the coral palace... These words connected together formed a clear clue, guiding his next step.

He bent down and picked up a piece of ice that was stained black by the black fog. It was cold to the touch. He gently placed the ice next to the dragon, as if bidding it a final farewell.

Several snow foxes approached cautiously, wandering around the dragon, whimpering softly. They sniffed the dragon with their noses, then raised their heads and let out a long howl into the distance, as if bidding it farewell.