Chapter 272: The Memory of the Dead (Extra, Votes for Monthly Ticket)

Deep within Shadowflame Volcano, the lava channels.

Princess Anxia came alone, standing at the end of the passageway, looking at the Shadowflame Dragon whose head was the only part visible amidst the churning lava.

The Shadowflame Dragon did not open its eyes, nor did it move; the lava continuously nourished its body, healing the wounds suffered from the great battle. But most importantly, the power of the earth roiled within the lava, converging ceaselessly from all directions.

This earthly power would brew in the lava, condensing into an even greater force, then replenishing the Shadowflame Dragon, aiding in the recovery of its essence.

As long as the volcano remains active, it would not die.

The Warm Enclave expanded unceasingly, its power flowing without end.

"Shadowflame Your Excellency," Princess Anxia watched for a long while before finally speaking, "I'm very sorry to disturb you."

The Shadowflame Dragon still gave no response.