Atlan Megacity.
Breeding Grounds, internal shelter.
Inside the armored suit piloted by Andor, another little Crystal Dragon awakened.
"Boss?"
Andor had been anxious, forcing himself to stay calm by silently reciting prime numbers. He finally let out a breath of relief. "You're back? Did you go out?"
He had no idea what the Glazed Dragon Ian had transformed into had actually done. He thought the other had merely gone out to grab a haul and run—typical pirate thinking, though he was not wrong.
Ian had indeed grabbed a haul and run. He had merely crushed a few Farshore Island invaders along the way.
"I went out." Naturally, Ian did not explain the details. His consciousness having returned to this little Crystal Dragon body, he nodded slightly and said steadily, "Are you in the shelter now?"
"Yeah." Andor used the armored suit's camera to survey the underground shelter, where quite a few people had already gathered. "I've already arranged an alibi. But, boss, there seemed to have been a huge disturbance outside just now. A truly terrifying pressure appeared—I felt like it was even stronger than that Winter Marquis stationed here before..."
At this point, Andor lowered his voice. "Could it be a Fifth..."
"You could say that. Not a Fifth Energy Level powerhouse, but a True Dragon."
Ian frowned slightly. He knew perfectly well that the appearance of the Terra Dragon would draw the eyes of every nation in western Terra to Atlan Megacity. The secret of the Terra Dragon's remains would no longer be concealable.
Fortunately, he had already obtained much precious information from the Terra Dragon. Even if people from the Empire or other nations came later and tried to awaken the remnant image within the dragon remains again, so long as they did not know about the