The Hail Bead approached the Black Oil Dragon Egg and, in the blink of an eye, melted into a streak of white light before sinking into the dark-red eggshell.
After devouring a Hail Bead, Russell sensed through their mental link that the pure little mind within the Dragon Egg was emitting delighted emotional ripples.
"It likes them, right? Then eat more!" Russell picked up Hail Bead after Hail Bead, each one turning into white light and merging into the Dragon Egg.
In just a short while, the two or three hundred Hail Beads in the box had all vanished.
There was no visible change in the Black Oil Dragon Egg, but the pure little mind within it was joyously excited to the extreme.
Russell smiled along with it and simply fed the last dozen or so superior Hail Beads to the Black Oil Dragon Egg as well.
"That's it. Ten Hail Beads left, saved in case I need to use Dream Gaze." Russell clapped his hands and tucked away the Black Oil Dragon Egg, which continuously radiated warmth, keeping it close to his body even when he slept at night.
But tonight.
Russell did not stay at his own Cigar Courtyard. Instead, he once again moved into Big Mouth Cavern—he had even had rooms built there as his own "temporary palace," ready for him to stay in whenever he wished.
The purpose of staying here was simple: to explore the snowfields in his dreams at night.
First, it would let Snowcake work hard to find food and support himself. Second, it would reduce the risk of Snow Ghost incursions during the Ice Age.
"Caw!"
The Dark Dreamscape descended, and the hunt within the night dream was about to begin.
Rather than wander around nearby, Russell directly rode Little Dream Dragon