The Connection with Dead

POV The Trio:

Dozens of small, ice-like gems spilled out of the small pouch, glinting as they rolled all over the black, gleaming floor.

They played with various colors. Between them were crystal clear brilliants, deep-blue amethysts and sapphires, and even milky-white smooth stones.

The dragon stared at the small gems that refracted the light from the massive pool of molten lava in which the dragon was submerged.

"Well done, my minions! With these gems, my power will rise once more!"

Five of his most loyal servants and minions kneeled before him, their golden eyes reflecting the shine of the dragon facing them.

There were three players and two NPCs. The dumb but lucky spearman and his two friends. The blonde, elven girl and the tall draconic knight.

'How can a dragon grow stronger just from some gems?' They all had the same thought on their mind.

They all stole glances at the glinting stones as if they refused to miss what would happen.

Ding!

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