The Ice Sea.
The raging waves of recent days have finally dissipated.
Spring Plow slowly arrived at the front of the Tidal Cage, his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the man barely clinging to life before him.
The weather around the Ice Sea had been extremely harsh these past days.
For a Fourth-order Transcendent with a domain, this shouldn't have been a problem. But the Red Dragon, trapped within the authority of [Tide], had no strength left to even open his domain after the last brutal battle.
For days on end, storms swept through, tearing open every wound on the Red Dragon's body.
"Red Dragon, I have good news for you."
The Spring Plow Saint smiled and said, "The Ancient Literature Society agreed to all the Holy City's demands... quite unexpected, I thought they'd given up on you."
"..."
The disheveled hair wet by the seawater fell down, covering the Red Dragon's face.
He raised his head to look at the Spring Plow Saint before him.
"Spare them."
