After Lear snapped back to reality, with a slight movement of his consciousness, the Power of Authority dispersed and directly enveloped the Hardwood Forest ahead.
In the next moment.
Roar~ The dragonflies suddenly turned their heads, emitting a low growl from their throats.
The raspy voice carried a hint of surprise, along with a few notes of a young calling for its mother.
Whoosh whoosh~
The wings on their backs, resembling those of flies, flapped powerfully, ascending into the sky, causing the surrounding trees to sway constantly from the airflow impact.
Four to five hundred dragonflies flew over Lear's head, circling around him.
The scene appeared quite peculiar.
Lear could sense the feeling of closeness emanating from these unique creatures.
As the exclusive creatures of the swamp, dragonflies possessed an acute perception of the Master of Marshes.
This was precisely why they would nest in the Mire Swamp.
