In the room of the outer fort's small courtyard, Russell lay in bed, finding it difficult to fall asleep for a while.
He couldn't hear the whispers of the fantasy beasts anymore, and the M-shaped mark in his palm couldn't be summoned. Ever since he got close to Shadowflame Volcano, it seemed like all special powers, except those originating from the Shadowflame Dragon, were being firmly suppressed.
Of course.
He was still able to summon the Sword Butterfly and Thorn, as the two amber worms were not afraid of the dragon's suppressive power.
But whether they were born from the radiation of the dragon's power or because of their exceptional uniqueness, Russell wasn't clear.
"Sword Butterfly, do you feel like you've gotten a little bigger?" Russell raised his hand and drew circles in the air around the Sword Butterfly.
The Sword Butterfly danced gracefully. It couldn't speak nor could it communicate clearly and effectively through the mind.