Roland offered no resistance as the pale orange liquid covered him completely.
LCL, this pale orange, viscous liquid water, had always been jokingly called "orange juice," but from Roland's experience, the difference between them was considerable.
Wrapped in this liquid, Roland felt the power of his mind and his thoughts constantly being amplified, with the clarity of a nearsighted person putting on glasses for the first time.
He could hear the thoughts of the Adventurers below, hear the unease and anticipation in the hearts of Orario's survivors on the surface, and even sense the Dungeon itself, curiously trying again and again to peer through the World Cocoon.
Most importantly, this liquid was itself an excellent medium. Not only did it provide mental and physical protection, but it could also sustain life. Within it, he felt nothing unusual, only warmth and peace of mind.
This was the most fundamental form of the plants and animals that had reproduced down to the present day: the Water of Life.
Roland had already unconsciously reverted to his dragon form, but surrounded by the Water of Life, his body began shrinking bit by bit. His sharp claws turned back into pale hands, and his scales slowly became skin. Yet unlike when he forcibly compressed his power before, the power and divine power contained within his dragon body were not restricted in any way.
The Water of Life merely adjusted Roland's body into a form he found more familiar and comfortable.
But beyond that, Roland's mind and memories were also unrolling like a painted scroll, looking back over his past. Admitting his own weakness really was quite difficult.
Strength and confidence went hand in hand. With victory in one's grasp, it was difficult to notice what had been crushed underfoot; with success in one's grasp, one