In the vast King's Castle, there was no trace of moonlight or candlelight, only the fire core in the central ceiling that was constantly radiating light and warmth.
The mature and resolute face of the young Storm Giant Garcia flickered with jumping lights in the darkness and brightness, the glow of the fire core influenced by the heart's fluctuations of the Ancestral Red Dragon, though the Storm Giant did not notice.
The long gold-threaded table in front of the Ancestral Red Dragon perched on the throne was adorned with the inheritance treasure of the Storm Giant, the Crown of the Storm Titan.
Karon's dark golden eyes had quietly closed, and his spirit had stepped into the trial ground of the domain of the Storm Titan Crown's authority.
To Karon now, finding the knack of a magical treasure was no simple task; there was no need to activate it with the heart's blood of the Storm Giant, even if this treasure was crafted by a being above legend.
