The magic power density here is extremely high, almost reaching the level of materialization.
Under the influence of such a special environment, the Aselia in Ron's consciousness was able to briefly reveal a semi-corporeal projection form.
A silver dragon shadow appeared in the space, with lightning patterns flickering on her scales.
Her head was held high, with an unyielding fire burning in her amber eyes.
"Finally willing to show yourself, little dragon whelp."
Nari shook its main tentacle, expressing disdain just like a human wagging a finger:
"Whispering from someone else's soul is not the courage befitting the Dragon Race."
In the face of such obvious provocation, Aselia did not display the usual irritability of the Dragon Race.
She did not argue. Instead, the voice of the Dragon Soul became solemn and sorrowful:
"Great Nari, maybe what you said just now is true.
The order I represent has indeed crumbled into the dust of history."
