That said, Flamewing Dragons were so single-minded even by dragon standards that they couldn't possibly have the kind of performative, people-pleasing personalities you saw in social climbers.
He must have been greeting him. Reuniting with an old friend in the boundless Abyssal Starfield was naturally a joyful occasion, one filled with delight and surging passion.
Yu Lian rose to his feet. His psionic armor reappeared and quickly spread over his body, forming a lightweight suit that shimmered with crystalline light.
"Then let me take you for one more charge!"
Bisephles didn't object.
"Go for it, King Yu!" Little Gray cheered him on from behind, even raising the handsome banner patterned with peonies.
It was a pretty obscure reference, but she'd actually gotten it. Still, thinking about it made him feel like it was tempting fate.
Yu Lian smiled, then leaped up and landed squarely on Bisephles's broad back. The Spirit Ruins armor on his body began to extend, seeping into the gaps between the dragon's scales.
The next second, similar clusters of crimson crystal sprouted from the dragon's chest, head, neck, and other places, covering every vital spot on his massive body that might otherwise be vulnerable.
At that moment, Yu Lian felt his heart and Bisephles's beat as one.
He saw the dragon's adventures. After being released into the starry sea, the domesticated Flamewing Dragon had, of course, gone through a rough period of adjustment. He'd been chased by pirates and adventurer ships, hidden in the gaps between asteroids to avoid unfriendly rock-dwelling beasts, and fought amoebas for food. But he'd also been lucky enough to discover an ancient ruin.
He'd inherited an ancient dragon's legacy and undergone an evolution that should have taken hundreds of years. His range for hunting and roaming had expanded. He'd wiped out those