Abel never felt this powerful before. On his way back to the Rogue Encampment, he realised he he left a deep footprint with each step he took. But, as he got closer, his steps became lighter again.
He was slowly grasping his new gained ability. By now, he no longer felt the suppression of the Dark World. It seemed as though it had already accepted his presence.
Back in the Rogue Encampment, Flying Flame was joyfully laying inside the intermediate mana gathering circle, bathing in the mana droplets. Black Wind was also sleeping, but Abel's arrival had scared them wide awake.
Since they hadn't seen their owner for days, Black Wind immediately ran towards Abel and started complaining while Flying Flame looked suspicious at its owner's changes.
Previously, Abel only had the scent of a dragon in his soul, but now the scent was spread through it his body. He was basically like a human dragon.
