Looking at the transparent blue ping-pong-sized ball in Roland's hands, Vivian covered her mouth, her eyes wide.
Though she was not good at magic, she knew a lot of common sense about magic since she started learning it at eight. She knew that contracting a pet was essentially cutting off around 2% of one's own soul and melding it to an animal's soul, so that the animal would be much more intelligent and able to cast spells.
Generally speaking, the 2% of the soul of an Elite spellcaster was the size of a little finger.
However, it was the size of a ping-pong ball for Roland.
Was Roland actually a dragon? The size of his soul was unbelievable.
Vivian observed Roland, trying to see through him.
Roland didn't notice her eyes, because he was holding his head and gasping hard.
Although Aldo's books had mentioned that soul separation would be painful, the agony was still beyond his expectations.
