Ethan found himself the target of the Whitmore family's laughter, utterly baffled.
'Was it really that funny? Are they mocking me for not being able to afford it or what?'
Markham noticed Ethan's bewildered expression and realized he'd misunderstood.
Clapping him on the shoulder with a knowing smirk, he said, "Relax, Ethan. Don't overthink it. This ability of ours isn't some big secret!
You know we all have Dragon Souls, right? Well, do you know where we store them?"
At that, Ethan frowned, then his eyes widened in realization. "Wait… that pocket dimension you guys have—it's meant for holding your Dragon Souls? And you just… toss random junk in there too?"
Markham's nose wrinkled in mild offense. Damn, Ethan really has a way with words—'random junk'?
Still, he nodded. "Yeah."
"We call it the Dragon Vault. Every Whitmore who awakens their Dragon Soul inherits this space."
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Ethan's hopes of buying one outright were instantly crushed.
