When Elena woke on the gold pile, the first thing she felt was deep weakness from two days of intensive mental power use.
She sat up, rubbing her temples, suddenly realizing she'd been in this underground dragon lair for two whole days.
Two days. Forty-eight hours.
She had provided mental comfort to the dragon two times, each ending with her collapsing from exhaustion. It worked. The dragon's condition had clearly stabilized, the contamination-induced rage and chaos temporarily suppressed. But deep in his mental world, those black, entrenched sources of contamination remained stubbornly intact.
She was only suppressing, not purifying.
"System," Elena called in her mind, her voice tired and slightly irritated. "The task you gave me, 'Purify Dragon King,' is impossible. I ha
