To Endless

His eyes, ringed with dark circles, held equal parts anxiety and anticipation.

Without a word, I climbed into the passenger seat, took out the contract bearing a glowing golden mana signature, and held it out.

“I got the signature.”

“You really did it.”

Section Chief Milerro took the documents and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Carefully tucking the papers away as though they were sacred, he asked in disbelief.

“I never imagined you'd pull it off in less than a day—let alone in just a few hours.”

“Did you think it would take a few more days?”

“I thought it wouldn't be easy. I expected you to be inside the tower for at least two days. Dragons are stubborn, and… they have no sense of time. Aren't all long-lived races like that?”

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