Seeing Melita in such a hurry, Carador instinctively called after her, "Your injuries..."
"I'm fine. It's only a short flight," Melita said, flexing her wings and glancing back at the Red Dragon behind her. "I already feel much better after removing those faulty neural enhancers, and the healing spell worked well too. I'll leave things here to you. I'm going to check on Noreta. By the way, which direction is she in exactly?"
Having known Melita for many years, Carador understood her personality. He knew he could not talk her out of it, and only after confirming that her aura had indeed recovered considerably did he say with a hint of helplessness, "Fly south from here to Industrial Plateau No. 22. Most of the area there has been leveled, and only a single tall tower remains. You should be able to find Noreta easily enough."
As she listened, Melita spread her enormous dragon wings. Invisible magic gathered around her, slowly lifting her massive body into the air. "Thanks. I'm heading out now. Whether I find her or not, I'll be back within three hours!"
A sudden gale rose, and the Blue Dragon soared into the sky, once again gliding through the heavens.
After leaving the temporary shelter, Melita immediately felt weakness and discomfort spreading through every part of her body, along with pain from several wounds that had not fully healed. The pain was bearable, but the pervasive weakness was far harder to endure. It felt as though every muscle, bone, and organ in her body had been filled with lead. Everything took far more effort than usual, and her reactions were nowhere near as sharp as before. After enduring the sensation for several minutes, Melita finally realized where that weakness came from.
It came from her nervous system, which