On the platform halfway up the mountain, Ian's figure stood still, while at the same time, a murky light of aquamarine and red glimmered from the first gem on the right side of the Crown of Stars.
A warm and humid breeze, mixed with the scent of blood, rose behind him, forming a crimson vortex.
A vague claw reached out from it, silently pressing against the earth, as gentle as a caress.
But the moment it firmly stepped down, the razor-sharp claw shattered the rocks.
It was a Dragon Beast with a blurry figure, its exact appearance indiscernible. It had limbs and wings, though the wings had degenerated into wing claws, serving as a flexible second pair of hands. From afar, it resembled an insect with six limbs.
Atop the Dragon Head, the crimson eyes flickered like wavering flames, and its densely packed teeth slightly parted as if emitting a silent roar.
It walked out of the vortex, then lay prostrate before Ian, extremely submissive.
