A beam of sunlight, piercing through the cracks of the rocks, fell upon the newly excavated nest inside the mountain belly.
The newly built Dragon Nest was somewhat rough, with a huge amount of dust swirling inside it due to the wind, even forming a tiny foggy vortex at the entrance.
The sunlight shone through this dust storm, illuminating the belly of a True Dragon lying supine in its own nest—the wind in the cave was its breath, which, in the act of inhaling and exhaling, naturally generated a tornado.
It was vaguely recognizable that the skin and nearly translucent scales of this True Dragon did not possess the toughness usually found amongst its kin, but instead carried a hint of newborn tenderness.
But should anyone deem it as fragility, they would be severely mistaken, because there was a shallow Spirit Energy Shield flowing on the surface of those tender scales, seemingly as soft as water but in reality, tens of times harder than steel.
