"Caw!"
In the Black Wave Snow Forest on the southern side of the Black Wave Mountain Range, Little Dream Dragon let out a long-awaited cry as the Dark Dreamscape descended.
After three months, it had finally seen the light of day once more.
"Well done, Snowcone. You've gotten more handsome again!" Russell did not rush to ride Little Dream Dragon. Instead, he carefully examined it.
Its head-to-body ratio had shrunk further.
At first, Little Dream Dragon had been two heads tall. After swallowing a large number of Hail Beads, Ice Soul Beads, and fist-sized Frost Stars, it had barely reached a three-head proportion.
Now, after swallowing the Frost Star formed from Snow Giant Da's ball of white light, Little Dream Dragon's proportions were already approaching four heads tall. It was growing more and more like a true dragon—though compared to an actual dragon, it was still adorably chibi.
"Caw!" Little Dream Dragon held its head high, utterly pleased with itself.
In its spiritual form, it was now over a meter long, whereas before it had only been a little over fifty centimeters. Russell, meanwhile, remained just over ten centimeters tall. Compared to Little Dream Dragon, his spiritual form seemed increasingly tiny.
Yet it was precisely this difference in the size of their spiritual forms that made Russell feel they looked more and more naturally harmonious together.
After all, compared to Wyverns and giant dragons, knights were inherently tiny. From a distance, one could not even tell whether there was a knight on a dragon's back.
"But your horn doesn't seem to have branched again." Russell looked closely at Little Dream Dragon's horn. It still had four prongs.
Whenever it branched, Little Dream Dragon seemed to comprehend a new talent.
At the very beginning, when Russell had just transmigrated, Little Dream