In the tent, a gem lamp was lit.
Russell sat on the sleeping bag, constantly fiddling with a dragon egg give by the Shadowflame Dragon in his hand. Now the size of a marble, the egg was oval and emitted a warm, dark red luster, resembling a pebble more than a dragon egg.
"It's like a dream!"
Feeling the warm power and feeble but surging vitality emanating from the dragon egg, Russell's thoughts still had not settled.
He lamented the events of the Second Fall, the grievously wounded Shadowflame Dragon, the Snow Giant Da who fled with a severed arm, the Torrential Flood Dragon that stole hope, and the unfortunate demise of Grand Duke Kunstan... Each event would have a profound impact on the Shadowflame Grand Duchy.
It would also create a huge shock to the nobles and commoners living in this warm land.
At the same time, Russell also felt sentimental about himself and the Little Dream Dragon, never expecting to confront the Shadowflame Dragon under such circumstances.
