Warlock Apprentice

But when Fafnir was leaning against the tree trunk earlier, her gaze had constantly been fixed in the direction of Ice Valley, showing complex and nostalgia-filled eyes. It was clear she also longed for Ice Valley.

Not unwilling, but afraid to go?

Was there a story behind this?

While lost in thought, Angel took out a transparent block of ice from his pocket.

The ice block was restrained by a powerful force and could almost be called a Crystal Stone, impervious to physical melting. Inside the ice block, a glowing white dragon scale was encased, its light sparkling through the angles of the ice, casting brilliant, translucent reflections.

This encased dragon scale was given to him by Fafnir.

Angel originally thought that by delivering a message for Fafnir, she would tell him what to say. However, she did not. Instead, Fafnir just left him this dragon scale with the words, “He will understand what I wish to say when he sees this scale.”

Previously, next to Fafnir, Angel hesitated to examine it. Now upon closer inspection, there was something odd about this dragon scale.

Fafnir was an Abyssal Wind Dragon, whose true scales were of a dark green hue, not this pure, white jade.

Moreover, on his way, Angel had inquired about Odeclass some information. It is said that Odeclass was an Abyssal Flame Dragon.

It was unlikely that the scale of a Flame Dragon could be so easily encased in ice.

Besides, Angel didn’t feel any trace of flame within this white scale, so the encased dragon scale couldn’t possibly belong to Odeclass.

Then whose could it be?

Just as Angel was sinking into his own thoughts, the ground suddenly caved in. Looking down, he realized that the depression was actually a gaping maw lined with sharp teeth!

Startled, Angel swiftly activated Night Flight, soaring into the air.

As Angel ascended, the giant mouth emerged from the depression.

A carnivorous plant? Angel observed. It stretched like a vine, the vast maw following spiral upward, aiming directly at him, much like Jack’s Magic Bean.

Rooted to the underbelly of the earth, the plant couldn’t possibly fly. Angel wasn’t too frightened by this. However, just as this thought emerged, a raspy roar sounded in his ears.

Turning around, he saw dark clouds swelling in the distance.

Upon closer inspection, the clouds were not truly clouds but a mass of densely packed Bone Crows…