"Chirp chirp!"
Ros the Clay Dragon hovered in the sky above, its back carrying Baron Roman, whose gaze contentedly watched the Knight Regiment below in Glowing Valley.
Three years of strenuous battle service, in his opinion, had been more than worth it to earn the status of a dragon rider.
The battle on the ground ended swiftly. Hordes of Snow Ghosts were split apart, defeated, and their Ice Pellet Pearls harvested without leaving any trace.
"How strange, we've been in the Snowfield for several days now, and yet not a single Snow Demon in sight," Baron Roman mused as he looked out over the distant Snowfield. Through the wind and snow, he could faintly make out groups of Snow Ghosts moving, but there was no sign of Snow Demons.
His brows furrowed, "Could it be that after Snow Giant Da lost an arm, he has called back all the Snow Demons? Or is it because Snow Giant Da is gravely injured and therefore can no longer disperse his power to condense Snow Demons?"
