Ulacon grinned broadly. He strolled towards Hiro. Then, she whispered into his ear.
"Listen to me. As soon as Marc or Ronald wake up, tell them to open the letter."
"Letter?"
"The letter is a contract and a small note. Regarding the use of Grandark, the black dragon."
The expression of Ulacon changed. Which seems serious compared to just now. His face hardened, accompanied by an unavoidable fist until blue blood dripped down. Hiro felt anger welling up inside of him. He nodded slowly at her request.
"Go."
"What do you mean?"
"I will free them. Run all the way to the fourth floor," said Ulacon.
"Oi! What are you talking about?"
Ulacon conducts electricity into the sky in a branch. The golden swan froze, releasing tens of thousands of souls within its body. Then spread in all directions. Most of it floated in the air, while the rest returned to their respective bodies.
