The Emergence of the Dragon Sprite
As night deepened, Sylvanas bade farewell to Haotian and headed back to rest. Upon entering her courtyard, she noticed two slender figures—one standing in the center, the other leaning against a pillar with arms crossed.
The figure in the courtyard was her younger sister, Vereesa, who eyed Sylvanas with bright, inquisitive eyes. Feeling somewhat uneasy under her sister's gaze, Sylvanas forced a casual demeanor.
"My dear sister, what were you discussing with the Lord for so long?" Vereesa teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Sylvanas felt a flicker of panic but maintained her composure. "Just some matters about the territory," she replied nonchalantly, quickly changing the subject. "Why are you two still awake?"
Alleria, leaning against the pillar, glanced at her. "With such powerful undead creatures appearing, how could we possibly sleep?"
"There's no need to worry; they are the Lord's summons," Sylvanas reassured her.
"I'm not worried about them; I'm worried about you!"
"What do you mean, worried about me…?"
Sylvanas's heart raced, but Alleria said no more, simply exchanging a glance with Vereesa. Before she knew it, Sylvanas was being pulled into the room by her two sisters.
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In the back courtyard, Haotian retrieved a large gemstone from his spatial equipment. The gem, radiating a brilliant golden light, contained a tiny, slumbering sprite, looking as innocent as a newborn.
Next, he brought out a sphere of light, extracting the Dragon Soul Grass stored within. He intended to nurture the dragon sprite now. His undead dragons had already scoured the Dragon Soul Canyon clean, even plundering from the Bone Dragon King and the Octopus Ghost King. Waiting any longer seemed unnecessary.
With the Dragon Soul Grass in hand, he began the simple task of feeding the sprite. Bringing the grass close to the gem, it automatically disintegrated, with the gem absorbing all the energy. Rather than feeding one by one, Haotian, impatient by nature, piled over seven thousand stalks together and placed the gem atop them.
Quickly, the grass disappeared, its energy pouring into the gem. Within minutes, the gem had consumed all the Dragon Soul Grass, including the extra supply brought by Sophia. The gem now glowed far more brilliantly.
A message from the [Lord System] appeared in Haotian's mind: **"The dragon sprite is ready for emergence. Proceed?"**
"Proceed!" Haotian commanded without hesitation.
A force lifted the gem into the air, where it began to tremble increasingly violently. Cracks formed on its surface like fractured glass, eventually covering the entire gem. With a sharp sound, the gem shattered, revealing the dragon sprite within.
The gem fragments, rather than scattering, transformed into countless beams of golden light, surging into the sprite's body as if she were consuming her eggshell. The sprite began to grow visibly—once the size of a palm, she now reached about thirty centimeters tall, wearing a shimmering gold dress adorned with dragon motifs and a delicate tiara.
Curled up, her skin was milky white with a faint blush, as delicate as a piece of jelly. Her exquisite features included rosy lips, long curled lashes, and golden hair that fell in silky waves. She resembled an impeccably crafted figurine, exuding an irresistible charm.
Under Haotian's gaze, the dragon sprite slowly awoke. She yawned, revealing bright golden eyes with slit pupils, a mixture of cuteness and mystique. Rising into the air, her tiny feet encased in crystal shoes, she curiously surveyed her surroundings. Spotting Haotian, she uttered a series of incomprehensible sounds: "Gulu gulu?"
Haotian was perplexed. However, he soon realized understanding her wasn't necessary, as she flew towards him, nuzzling his face affectionately. This display of intimacy surprised him, evoking an unexpected paternal warmth.
After some time, the sprite settled on his shoulder, playfully tugging on a lock of his hair, her little feet swinging joyfully as she continued her babbling. "What's your name?" Haotian asked.
"Gulu…" she replied, shaking her head, then looked at him expectantly.
"From now on, you'll be called Doris!" Haotian decided.
"Gulu! Doris likes it!" she exclaimed, twirling happily on his shoulder. Relieved that communication would now be easier, Haotian checked her stats:
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**Dragon Sprite: Doris**
**Race: Sprite**
**Level: High Demigod**
**Growth Potential: Lower True God**
**Info: Dragon sprites are rare, born with dragon magic and powerful breath capable of destruction. They hold a revered status within the dragonkind.**
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"A high demigod with control over the soul domain! Impressive!" Haotian felt a surge of joy.
As the sprite rested on his shoulder, gazing at him with her large eyes, her sweet laughter filled the air, lifting Haotian's spirits even higher.