The silvery-white dragon was pinned to the ground by the Crow God's power. Though there was no visible barrier above it aside from the purple-black halo surrounding it, the dragon had clearly lost the ability to fly for the time being. In fact, all its powers were probably sealed away, because I couldn't sense any magical energy from it at all, even though dragons in this world were supposedly extremely powerful spellcasters. It had tried to charge outward several times, only to be teleported back to the center of the seal every time. That dumb bird could handle something this advanced now?
Guarding the seal was a flock of Crow Spirits, pure energy creatures formed from shadowy fragments shed from Mediva's feathers. These Crow Spirits were the Crow God's messengers and the sacred beasts revered by the Crow God Sect. They weren't very smart—probably no smarter than ordinary birds, in my opinion. Well, they were avatars created by that dumb bird who still needed to count on her fingers. But they were stubborn when it came to carrying out orders. Before leaving, Little Crow had told these avatars to take good care of their "guest," so they gathered mountains of nuts and grass seeds from the nearby valleys and wilderness, continuously tossing them into the halo imprisoning the Silver Dragon. For a flock of birds, this was probably normal feeding behavior. For a dragon, though, it was practically an insult reaching back eight generations of its ancestors. So the Silver Dragon had been cursing and protesting nonstop, constantly throwing away the nuts that landed beside it. Yet because of the sealing halo, every nut it threw out instantly returned beneath its body... Gradually, the unfortunate dragon had been raised more than three meters off the ground.
That was the sight