Kapitel 338: Time for some "Harvesting"

Flying Flame was a lonely pseudo-dragon. It didn't know who its father was. Its mother died during a conflict a long time ago. It was adopted by a tribe of two-foot dragons, but it was never being looked after like those who had their own parents. Since it never had its own parents, it was never given a name. The other two-foot dragons called it "the Little One," which was a nickname that it absolutely disdained. Things were different now. Its name was now Flying Flame.

Abel checked Flying Flame's wound a little more. The soul potion wasn't exactly medicine. It was more like a stimulus for the body to grow faster than normal. Right now, most of Flying Flame's wounds were recovered. Even its broken wings were starting to gain strength again. He didn't feel confident to fly, though.

Abel looked towards the sky. It had only been a few hours since he left team Lawland. He came over here by flying on top of White Cloud. It wouldn't take a day for him to get back.