The Evil Dragon quickly said, "Ancestor, don't you remember? You were the one who guided the use of these cards. Otherwise, the ancient Tarot cards of the Western World would never be accurate, always missing a crucial point. With your guidance, they hit the mark precisely! Speaking of which, you are the legendary master of Tarot predictions in the modern world!"
Zuzi: "..."
Could she refuse to acknowledge such unworthy descendants?
The small card flipped deftly between Zuzi's delicate fingers, her red lips slightly parted: "Do you seek freedom?"
The Evil Dragon coiled into a ball, nodding fervently: "Yes, yes, yes! Ancestor, please make it happen!"
"Alright then. I'll grant your wish." Her delicate fingers steadied the card's face, her red lips uttered a word, "Collect!"
The Evil Dragon was once again absorbed into the Tarot card's surface.
The grave digging team behind watched, their eyes wide, perfectly embodying the expression "dumbfounded like a chicken."
