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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source
'Yeah, that is not possible,' the Elder Anesthesia Dragon answered as it moved its blood-rule slave amalgamation Dragonoid body and morphed it to form a dome around turtle shell shield protecting Wyatt.
'What do you mean? No, you won't send me out of here now or No, you can't send me out of here at all, which is it?' Wyatt asked the Dragon for clarity on its reply. Seeing the might displayed by the celestial blood-rule slave despite being a few hundred thousand miles from the battlefield, he was beginning to think that the Dragon might also be trapped with him in the blood-rule domain.
