And as Su Zhou was instilling a proper moral compass in the Artificial Girl.
Hours earlier, when Ola's summoning ritual had succeeded and a blue-violet Spiritual Light descended upon the world.
An invisible ripple began to resonate among all the Dragon Pearls.
—In an unremarkable little inn on the outskirts of Northern Maya City.
A Wandering Mage, dressed shabbily and wearing glasses, was reading a Magic Book when she absently pulled a golden sphere from within her robes.
The Wandering Mage's messy black hair was tied into crude dreadlocks that fell down her back.
'The last Dragon Pearl holder to summon a Divine Dragon... has finally appeared.'
'War... is about to begin.'
As she thought this, the Wandering Mage's expression was a mixture of resignation and fear, but also a hint of yearning.
But there was no use dwelling on it. She took a deep breath, slowly calmed herself, and returned to the book in her hand.
