"Ah wow wow wow..."
The air was filled with the sound of Fudolin's language center going haywire, along with her mother's big chomping bites.
"Oh my god..." Rushing over, Luluwo saw the heartbreaking scene and couldn't help but cover her eyes with a helpless cry.
The crowd watching seed to have anticipated this situation long ago, so shook their heads and sighed, so couldn't help but laugh, while others forced themselves to hold back their emotions with stern faces.
It was truly a spectacle of human nature.
With so many eyes fixed on her, for Fudolin, the only mber of the Floating Island Dragon Clan still maintaining sanity, it was no less than public execution.
No, it was much worse than public execution, it was the ultimate insult, truly the ultimate insult!
"Pa..."
Fudolin's knees gave way as she knelt to the ground, staring with empty and confused eyes at the unimaginable sight before her.
"It should have been a touching mother-daughter reunion, why did things turn out like this?" Leon rubbed his eyes, wishing the scene before him was simply a mistake.
But it wasn't; his vision was perfectly clear, seeing everything with clarity.
Thus, his gaze towards the Sain Dungeon, which had transford the Floating Island Dragon Clan into this, was filled with awe once again.
Just like the first ti he encountered the Sain Dungeon!
In this short span of ti, the Madness Qi Dragon had already devoured the colossal cake into shreds, her cheeks bulging, a stark contrast to her prior graceful and mature deanor, making her prior image collapse.
Her transformation into a human was due to the human mouth being easily filled with food, a supre satisfaction difficult for a Dragon's body to experience.
"Give a bite, I'm begging you!"
"Look at , look at , Nadi Elder, give so too!"
"You can't be so selfish as a Dragon!"
Seeing the cake nearing its end, the remaining giant Dragons cried in anguish.
People learned through their cries that the Madness Qi Dragon's real na was Nadi; even the nickna "Madness Qi Dragon" was given by humans, which she never acknowledged.
"That little girl looks so pitiful, like her eyes are going to shatter. Should we help her?" the guards stationed there discussed.
"Wait for orders from above, no matter how silly... how pure they seem, they're the Demon Dragons that destroyed the Imperial Capital. We can't act impulsively," the Guard Captain said.
The matter of the Demon Dragon plague had already spread, no longer a secret, especially since even Elo and Hidor along with many giant Dragons had been infected.
As for how they overca the infection, most Dragons chose to remain silent; the mory beca painful every ti they recalled it.
The Madness Qi Dragon now seed free from the plague, but who could guarantee their current attitude towards this place?
Not to ntion, in their frenzy, they had destroyed the Imperial Capital, a classic dilemma arose: should actions under plague control be blad on those controlled?
Such a question had yet to be answered.
Elo and Hidor were on their way, the guards just needed to wait until they arrived to handle it.
The scene now maintained a bizarre atmosphere, with the lively crowd discussing the spectacle and the guards versus the motionless Floating Island Dragon Clan lying on the ground, forming two distinctly different worlds, each in its own realm.
Luluwo couldn't stand it any longer, just as she tried to step forward to pull Fudolin back to prevent her from becoming an object of observation, Fudolin defiantly approached and grabbed Nadi's shoulders, shaking her and saying:
"Mom, stop eating, what's wrong, why have you beco like this?"
The mother in her mory was supposed to be more gentle, more caring, and more dignified!
"Hmm?"
Nadi turned to look at her, her light blue eyes blinked, licking the cream from her palm like a cat licking its paw.
The natural allure was evident, yet her eyes glead with innocence, the contrast at this mont reached its peak.
Fudolin felt suffocated.
Who is this? Who is this creature sharing the sa scent as her mother but with a completely different personality!?
"Did that Dungeon do sothing to you? Please tell , I will surely cure you!" Holding onto her last hope, she shouted.
[What did that Dungeon do to you?]
The mont this sentence entered Nadi's ears, she finished licking the last bit of cream clean.
Her body suddenly trembled, all emotions vanished, leaving her endlessly trembling in place like a small rabbit cornered by a Hunter with no escape, her expression full of fear in an instant.
"Mom?" Fudolin sensed sothing was wrong, just about to inquire further, when the surrounding crowd shouted urgently, "Don't ask, stop asking!"
Too late.
[What did that Dungeon do to you] this interrogative phrase entered the ears of all the present Floating Island Dragon Clan mbers.
Their reactions were astonishingly uniform: they imdiately trembled just like Nadi, even the tremor frequency was eerily similar, the ground shaking as a result.
In the next mont, Nadi covered her face with both hands, emitting a silent scream, as if recalling hellish mories, her expression twisted, and the Dragons beside had the exact sa reaction!
For a mont, they seed on the verge of turning dark!
"Quick, quick, quick, feed them this!"
The guards stationed nearby made a decisive move, rushing over in unison, throwing handfuls of food accurately into the mouths of each silently screaming giant Dragon.
Fudolin, seeing this, also grabbed a handful of food and stuffed it into her mother's mouth.
A miraculous thing happened.
The Dragons, upon receiving food, were like crying babies who suddenly found a pacifier.
They stopped crying and fussing, and their eyes beca clear.
Soon after, they all lay on the ground happily, chewing their food. The guards, to stabilize their emotions, walked among the hundreds of Dragons, scattering food like farrs sowing seeds.
The scene before them made the Dragons look like dosticated pets.
No, even pets sotis suddenly go crazy, but as long as these creatures had sothing to eat, they would lie down more obediently than a sloth taking a holiday.
"It seems they encountered sothing terrible in the Dungeon. Whenever they recall it, the painful mories overwhelm them, so they can only rely on indulging in food to ease the pain."
A kind-hearted guard explained to Fudolin.
"Oh..."
Fudolin nodded, revealing an empty gaze that seed oblivious to the world.
The mother-daughter reunion she had longed for had been utterly ruined.
Perhaps in future nightmares, she would always recall today's scene.
In the end, it was Luluwo who dragged away the bewildered Fudolin to prevent her from staying and enduring more distress.
As she was being dragged away, Nadi seed to recognize her, but once her senses returned, hellish mories would flood back, and she had to resort to eating to numb herself again.
"To be honest, watching them eat like that really freaked out..." the onlookers expressed everyone's feelings.
Not long after, the two leaders, Elo and Hidor, arrived, directing their clan mbers to move these Floating Island Dragons to the specifically built "Dragon Prison."
They quickly understood the situation, and it seed they had so guesses about Nadi and the others' so-called "hellish mories," looking at them with sympathy.
Both of them had already developed a psychological shadow from being beaten by Belle, so what about those Dragons who stayed in Sain Dungeon for a week?
Elo thought if he were Belle, he would've gotten tired of beating these creatures into a shadow.
But sympathy was one thing; business was business.
With an average of two Four-legged Dragons or four Two-legged Dragons carrying one Floating Island Dragon, it took them an entire day to transport these enormously overweight creatures into the prison.
The Dragons responsible for transporting them were exhausted and barely alive, almost unable to recover even after eating the Happiness Egg.
Nadi and the others did not cause any trouble; as long as they had sothing to eat, they were obedient.
Perhaps, eating was also a thod for them to combat painful mories.
The attitudes of the populace towards these Dragons varied greatly, but the official stance of the Warrior Country had yet to be determined, waiting to make a decision based on Nadi and the others' responses.
So, until Nadi and the others regained their senses, they would be confined in the prison without freedom of movent, although it seed they wouldn't move even if they could.
Many Spiritual Healers with exceptional skills ca to practice on the Floating Island Dragon Clan, exerting all their efforts to treat their ntal states, but with little effect, so they could only rely on ti.
Fudolin visited her clansn daily, witnessing their gradual ntal transformation.
The first week.
"Mom, I'm here."
"..."
"I brought cake."
"Huff, huff, oh, oh!"
The second week.
"Mom, I'm here again."
"..."
"I brought cake."
"Good daughter, good daughter, good daughter!"
After two weeks of treatnt, Nadi was already able to briefly recognize Fudolin.
However, by the third week, when Fudolin ca to visit again, her mother's attitude turned cold, not even glancing at her.
"What did you do?" Luluwo, who accompanied her, couldn't help but ask.
Fudolin sheepishly scratched her face, saying,
"I thought eating too much cake wasn't healthy, so I replaced the gift with carrots. I didn't expect this reaction; she's acting like a child."
Now it was Luluwo's turn to be speechless.
The third week, the fourth week, the fifth week...
Ti kept passing, and the progress of the treatnt moved forward bit by bit. A month flew by, and by the sixth week,
the treatnt was finally declared successful.
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