Scorchflame lunged at Charles like a giant serpent. Just before reaching him, his body rapidly shrank back to its juvenile form.
He only stopped after crashing into Charles, then flapped his wings and landed on Charles's shoulder.
His tiny body pressed close to Charles's ear.
"Boss, Scorchflame is so happy!"
Charles picked Scorchflame up and held him in his hand, gently stroking his head and feeling the scales, smooth and warm like precious jade.
He smiled. "Did you miss me?"
"Yes, I missed you every day. I even missed you in my sleep..."
After playing with Scorchflame for a while, Charles let him out to feed.
Although Scorchflame had completed his advancement, he had not yet reached his optimal state.
Charles had prepared plenty of Magic Beast flesh and blood for him to consume, further accelerating his physical growth.
At the same time, Charles felt the benefits Scorchflame's successful advancement had brought him.
His soul power was being nourished by the boost from Scorchflame's advancement, steadily increasing.
The importance of a wizard's soul companion went without saying.
Whenever one side improved, it enhanced the other.
That was why many wizards and their soul companions were of the same rank.
Anderson was a third-ring Grand Wizard, and his soul companion was likewise a third-rank crow.
Unfortunately, when Charles advanced to the first ring, he had not yet acquired Scorchflame. Scorchflame had missed out on one boost; otherwise, he might have entered the first rank long ago.
Charles began meditating, determined to make the most of this enhancement.
This meditation allowed Charles to experience an unprecedented improvement. His mental power and magic power were growing rapidly.
Having finished feeding, Scorchflame quickly slithered back into the room, curled around Charles's feet, and fell asleep.
Only after a long time did Charles awaken.