The Wolfheart clan.1

Thousands of meters above the ice plains of the extreme north, the biting cold wind was like a knife, and there were very few signs of living beings.

At such a height, the cold air was enough to make most flying creatures flinch, and only a few magical creatures would occasionally reach it.

At the same time, garen flapped his dragon wings without restraint, sometimes spinning, sometimes diving.

He looked down at the sea of clouds, feeling extremely happy.

Three years, after three years, he finally had enough power to make himself feel at ease, to move unhindered in the ice plains of the extreme north. The power that this super large dragon body represented was stronger than what garen had imagined when he first woke up.

The effect of the Dragon Soul Stone was extremely good for his time Dragon.