Night fell, and the Cold Spring Point camp gradually quieted down. Only the livestock occasionally let out one or two meaningless cries.
His consciousness came online, and the Dark Dreamscape descended.
"Caw!"
Little Dream Dragon wore a tiny thorn circlet on its head, sword butterflies fluttering around it as it quickly flew to Russell's side.
Russell stood atop his sleeping bag. Compared to the tents outlined by dark lines around him, he was now a cartoonish little figure barely a dozen centimeters tall.
Little Dream Dragon was not large either, measuring less than a meter from head to tail—especially its head, which accounted for half its body length.
According to Russell's guess, they were both in soul form.
Of course, there was no definite answer to whether that was truly the case, since the sword butterflies and thorns had entered in their physical forms.
"Let's go, Ice Cream. We'll take a look around the snow forest first." Russell waved.
"Caw?"
"It's fine. It'll only take a little while. That snow forest is fairly small."
"Caw."
"Good boy, Ice Cream!" After placating Little Dream Dragon, which was determined to go find Snow Ghosts, Russell flew straight toward the snow forest.
However, after circling through the snow forest for nearly half an hour, they found neither the magical glow of a Phantom Beast nor the magical glow of any sprites, limited by the small range of the Dream Clone. There was most likely no sprite living in this snow forest.
"Caw!" Little Dream Dragon had already run out of patience.
"Sigh, let's go." Russell reluctantly gave up. He could not delay Little Dream Dragon's growth; it had not eaten any Hail Beads for several days.
Yet before the man and dragon could fly out of the snow forest.
A familiar, strange murmur