"Caw." Little Dream Dragon hovered before the magical-light figure of Blue Crystal Dragon Medicarren, radiating disdain.
Russell carefully examined the Blue Crystal Dragon's condition.
Crimson flame patterns covered its entire body, outlining every detail of the Blue Crystal Dragon—its scales, claws, dragon horns, even its pupils all clearly emerged from the patterns, though they lacked any vitality.
Only one spot was different. On the back of its thigh, it was as though the flames had gone out, leaving a black patch.
The black patch was not large. Compared to the Blue Crystal Dragon's seven- or eight-meter-long body, it was merely a tiny blemish. Yet its presence severely constrained the flame patterns around its thigh, robbing them of their profound mystery.
Moreover, after observing closely, Russell discovered that another kind of light existed within the black patch. It was obscured by the darkness, impossible to see clearly.
"It seems to be... a deep blue light. Huh, this light seems similar to a Snow Demon's!" Russell suddenly realized.
He now suspected that Lord Medicarren had suffered a serious injury in its early years, leaving Snow Demon power buried deep in the back of its thigh. It had tightly suppressed Lord Medicarren's own power, causing the flame patterns to vanish.
"Looking at it this way, Lord Medicarren must be in pain every day, right?" Russell thought.
However, he did not let Little Dream Dragon act rashly. For one thing, Little Dream Dragon did not like food mixed with magic power, such as Half Ghost Beasts. For another, any careless movement might draw the Wyvern's attention.
"Still, I can ask Cousin Mel tomorrow and find out exactly what injury Lord Medicarren suffered that still hasn't healed after so long."
"Caw." Little Dream Dragon was already growing impatient.
Russell laughed. "All right, let's go. Let's