But as Angel turned his head, his heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.
—Startled.
A gigantic dragon, with terrifying red flames erupting all over its body, abruptly appeared not far behind Angel, emitting no aura, and even its flames bore no heat.
Mist swirled around its fierce dragon head, its cold vertical pupils silently observing Angel.
To be precise, it was eyeing the ice-sealed dragon scale in Angel’s hand.
For a moment, there were no words between them.
This silent gaze lasted only a few seconds, yet to Angel, it felt as if thousands of years had passed. Swallowing hard, Angel was almost certain that the Abyssal Flame Dragon before him must be Odeclass.
In Fafnir’s words, it was a kin of hers, and a predecessor she respected.
But in the Wizards’ Realm, the Abyssal Dragon of Ice Valley was known as a creature with an unpredictable temper and a chaotic allegiance.
Angel could feel that Odeclass was looking at the ice-sealed dragon scale in his hand with an emotional gaze, one that carried reminiscence, solemnity, and a deep sense of longing that seemed too thick to dissolve.
The fact that so much information could be conveyed through its vertical pupils indicated that Odeclass’s level of concern for this white dragon scale was beyond imagination.
Whose dragon scale could this white one possibly be?
After an unknown length of time, when Odeclass’s flames had evaporated the high atmosphere into a foggy haze, a grand and dignified spiritual will descended upon Angel’s mind.
“Why do you possess the scale of Binaqionse?”
“Esteemed Lord Odeclass, I am not aware of to whom this dragon scale belongs. It was Fafnir who asked me to bring it to You,” Angel replied respectfully.
“Fafnir.” Odeclass suddenly snorted coldly, with what seemed like a flash of concealed anger in the sanguine vertical pupils.
Seeing this, Angel suddenly began to feel uneasy. Could it be that Fafnir didn’t come herself because she bore some grudge against Odeclass?
Odeclass exhaled a flame from its nostrils, enveloping itself and Angel completely.
Within these flames, perhaps due to the protection of the ice-sealed dragon scale, Angel did not feel any heat. Encased in flames like meteors from the heavens, they shot towards the Unmelting Ice Valley at an unimaginable speed.
In a daze, Angel saw the surrounding flames slowly fade away.
He found himself within a palace made of crystal ice, reflecting some of the style of the Demon Monastery, except it was built of eternal ice that would never melt. It lacked the gloomy and sanguine style of a demon’s abode, possessing instead a bold and magical feel.
The palace was huge, but almost without any decoration inside.
The sole decoration was a vibrant mural directly in front of him.
Angel couldn’t make out the contents of the mural clearly because Odeclass’s massive body was blocking the view in front of the painting.
It was peculiar that Odeclass, being an Abyssal Flame Dragon, appeared completely at ease in this eternal ice palace, with its flames not melting any of the surrounding ice.
Odeclass gazed deeply at the mural for quite a while before turning its terrifying head towards Angel:
“Hand over Binaqionse’s dragon scale to Me.”
Without fully understanding Odeclass’s temperament, Angel dared not show any disobedience or negligence and hurriedly but carefully handed over the dragon scale to Odeclass.
Angel’s respectful treatment of the dragon scale seemed to please Odeclass. The subtle pressure he had felt on him before had slightly eased.
From this detail, one could tell that Odeclass might share a deep connection with the “Binaqionse” he mentioned.
Perhaps even a partnership.