We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

"What caused all of this is an ultimate human weapon similar to a 'nuclear bomb.' Now, the earth is filled with terrifying radiation. Apart from 'mutants' like me who are born immune to radiation and can roam freely, other humans can only hide in various 'shelters' or rely on drugs and protective equipment to collect all the resources available in the old night era to eke out a living."

"The Old Night Era is what people in the wasteland called it when the wasteland was still an ideal world."

"My tribe was fortunate enough to discover a well-equipped, amphibious, town-sized ancient land-based vessel at the time of my birth. It is because of this that my plans were able to be supported."

"It is much larger than that 'Rhodes Island', after all, its function is different."

Now that you mention it, I really want to go and visit!

Suddenly, Ying looked at Saintelia with a strange and eerie gaze.

"No, no! Absolutely not!"

Saintess glanced at Akalion beside her without thinking. The tips of her ears turned bright red, and she quickly covered her face with her pure white wings.

"So, you just don't like it?"

Ying let out a cheerful laugh, like the tinkling of silver bells. She lay lazily on the ground, and then, step by step, like a beautiful, alluring white serpent, she meandered closer to Saint Jalia.

Her gaze slowly moved upwards, passing over the undulating curves like snow-white hills and the two bright red fruits on them, finally settling on her cheeks, which were already flushed red and looked as if they were about to bleed.

"you you you!"

Saintess Celia flapped her wings and came behind Akalion, completely hiding her petite figure in his hill-like shadow. It was as if only in this way could she gain a faint sense of security.

"Alright, alright, that's enough of the joking around."

Akalion finally spoke up, stopping Lumin's wicked antics.

“Saint Celia, in short, this space is where we ‘Blue Heirs’ help each other.”

"It could be, physically."

"It could also be psychological."

"It could be either, or both," Ying added opportunely.

"No need, no need, really no need!"

Saintelia immediately shook her head frantically. She was just an ordinary mutant, without the powerful physical abilities of that world-rivaling invader.

Even if I don't get hurt, it's absolutely unacceptable!

"But only in this way can you travel around the world."

Ying looked at Saintess Celia, this brand new 'me', really, how interesting!

"..."

Saintessia shook her head with difficulty. If Akalion had a human form, she would probably be like Luminous by now.

"In terms of military strength, as a 'mutant,' I am undoubtedly the number one in that desert region. As for resources, my ancient landship, named Chronos, can guarantee all the needs of my tribe as long as there is enough energy."

She slowly explained her reasons for refusing.

“That kind of thing can’t be done just to travel the world.”

"It's fine if it's not for that!"

Ying hugged Akalion's massive dragon tail, pressing her cheek tightly against it.

"You can feel it clearly, can't you? How relaxed and comfortable it is to be with him."

"...In short, it just won't work."

Saintess Celia used her pure white wings to cover her body again, then, somewhat awkwardly, whispered:

"...At least let me be mentally prepared."

"OK then!"

Ying straightened her expression and explained to Saintess Celia how to enter the "Lighthouse" space and all the precautions to take.

"Thank you, Eleanor Lannister, for your selfless dedication."

Saintess Jaelia clasped her hands together, in a gesture akin to prayer, and whispered.

Then, she looked at Ying, a pleading expression on her face.

“I need clean water—no, just ordinary seawater will do. It’s the scarcest resource in our wasteland. In return, I can provide weapons, weapon manufacturing services, intelligent defense drones, and gold.”

"But didn't you say that [Chronos] can sustain your tribe's basic needs?"

“But I don’t want to see my world stay the same forever! That’s why I want to unite the forces of the entire wasteland and make this world a better place.” Saintelia clenched her fists, and a flame called ideal ignited in her red eyes. “My father once said that in the old Night Age, there was no distinction between high and low, noble and lowly, and no one died from hunger or heat.”

"In an era where everyone can do what they want, aging is no longer an incurable disease. Every member of humanity is like a star in the sky, each fulfilling its role, each in its place, shining with its own light. That is just like the ideal world depicted in stories."

"He chose to leave us in order to see for himself whether the 'ideal state' left over from the old night era truly existed."

“And I want to live in such a world. So I’m working hard for it. And by doing so, maybe… maybe, my father will come back.”

"I...miss him so much."

"...Here, wipe it off."

Ying's voice was as soft as cotton.

"Eh?"

Saintess Celia stared blankly as she accepted the soft white handkerchief that Ying handed her.

"Did I... I cried? That won't do!"

"It's alright." Ying's face showed an incredibly gentle smile as she took out another handkerchief to help Saintelia wipe away her tears.

"Here, you can do whatever you want, to your heart's content."

"Cry if you want to."

Akalion also said:

"No one but 'me' can see it."

"..."

Saintelia stared silently at the white handkerchief in her hand. Tears, which she could no longer hold back, streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string.

Finally, she embraced Akalion beside her, burying her tear-streaked face deep into his unexpectedly warm scales, and began to cry loudly and without restraint.

He smeared snot and tears all over his scales.

He, however, remained silent, using his sharp dragon claws—which should have been capable of tearing everything apart—to gently comb her smooth, radiant golden hair.

After a long while, Saintess Elia finally removed her face from Akalion.

"Thank you!"

She flashed a bright, energetic smile, and Akalion felt as if he were bathed in holy light.

With the wings on Saintess's back, she truly resembled the beautiful angel from mythology.

Ah~ I feel like my mind and soul are being purified, Akalion exclaimed, then gave a crooked smile like a dragon king.

"No need to thank me! We're all 'Lan Si,' so naturally we should help each other out!"

“Okay!” Saintelia nodded happily. She looked at Ying and said, “Then next time I come, I will bring enough gold.”

After saying that, she disappeared.

"Let's continue!"

Ying watched as Saintess disappeared, took out the juice she had prepared beforehand, and drank it down to replenish the water she had lost.

Akalion had no objection to the suggestion, except—"Aren't you going to prepare the water that Saintess Celia wants?"

"That kind of resource is easy to obtain!" Ying confidently deactivated her equipment. She was determined to crush this dragon and become the third rational being in the Dark Space! "Anyway, there's an abundance of water resources in Fontaine!"

“That’s true. Before Fucaros’s plan comes to fruition, Fontaine won’t be able to escape being submerged by the Primal Sea of ​​the Womb.” Akalion thought for a moment, then said, “Come on, let’s have a good fight!”

Meanwhile, Eleanor was listening to Isriel's report.

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: Chapter 58. The Strange Incident Outside Ansersheen City

The city of Ansersheen was built on the circular crater formed by the impact of the elven empire's floating city after it crashed into the earth.

The entire city is built with mithril, a rare metal coveted by mortals, as its skeleton, and moonstone, which can breathe in the radiance of the moon, as its flesh and blood, creating an immortal city whose goal is to exist forever.

Before the primordial magical energy was completely rewritten by humanity's arrogant taboo—the [Edivaradon Divine Magic]—the entire Eldra once followed the cycle of the four seasons.

The unique ring-shaped mountain range surrounding Ansersheen City naturally insulates it from the fierce winds of the North, while perfectly embracing the warm monsoons and ocean currents blowing from the Northwest Sea of ​​Arias. Combined with the city's magical effects, the climate here, except for the short winter, is mild and spring-like, making it a paradise where countless lives once thrived.

However, with the failure of the [Ediva Laden Divine Magic], the primal magical energy, enraged by the arrogance of mortals, transformed into endless ice and snow and an eternal night, dragging the entire world into a frigid apocalypse.

The beauty and gentleness of Ansersheen, bathed in sunlight and warm breeze, are now gone.

Unless someone can quell the primal magical energy, this frigid climate will persist indefinitely.

The Tower of Secrets, the City Lord's Chamber.

Beneath the dome, a three-dimensional projection of the city, constructed from pure light particles, floats silently in the center of the hall. Above it, countless rune-like points of light, representing various functions of the city, flicker and glow in an orderly fashion, following some ancient rhythm.

The soft glow flowed across the walls and floor paved with moonstone, creating an almost sacred tranquility.

Wearing a well-tailored, dark elven gown, but with white silk embellishments symbolizing obedience to Akalion adorning her slender neck and fair wrists, Isriel was reporting the latest intelligence to Eleanor, who stood before the projection, with impeccable elegance.

“Mistress Eleanor has observed extremely unusual energy fluctuations in the area between the Longwind Forest and the Valley of Tears, located on the east side of the city.”

Isriel extended her slender, pale index finger and gently traced it across the map of light and shadow.

In an instant, an area marked as ominous in deep red by the system expanded.

The terrain of that area appears unnaturally distorted and overlapping on the map, as if it were a broken jigsaw puzzle that had been maliciously kneaded, torn, and forcibly pieced together by an invisible giant hand.

"That area was one of the most devastating battlefields when the first [Calamity] descended. The city's foundation—the First Floating City: Aiseris El-Zinsar—was the one that perished in this battle."

"Even after the passage of ten thousand years, the ominous and alien concept of [Calamity] still lingers here like an ineradicable tumor, and combines with the out-of-control primordial magical energy to form a [Calamity Domain] where evil breeds."

“Large numbers of evil magical creatures, like poisonous mushrooms growing from rotting soil, began to multiply wildly on that twisted land.”

“And now, according to the latest reconnaissance report from the Ranger Squad,” she paused, a hint of solemnity flashing in her steady red eyes that seemed out of place with the tranquil atmosphere, “with the Great Barrier being restarted once again, the primordial magical energy within the city has been reorganized and is stabilizing.”

"This process caused an excess of magic to overflow uncontrollably, which in turn stimulated the beasts located within the [Cataclysmic Domain]. Like hyenas drawn by the scent of blood, they began to move towards Ansersheen."

“In the past, when the city’s functions were still complete, the royal knights and the city’s captains would regularly lead their guards to clear out the Chaos Realm. This was to prevent the threat of evil magical creatures from affecting ordinary residents, and also to harvest a large amount of magical materials.” Isriel’s voice was completely unwavering, simply stating a cold fact, “Now, we no longer have enough combat power to maintain this order.”

"That road is the only path to the Elven First Royal Court—[Starfall City]. Only by opening it can we truly confirm what this world is like now."

“I’ve got it.” Eleanor nodded, her clear, bright ruby ​​eyes calmly fixed on the deep red area. Akalion’s image flashed through her mind, and she felt both at ease and somewhat anxious.

“Once Akalion returns, I will go with him. Isriel, go and inform the others of this news first—”

Her words came to an abrupt end.

It wasn't that she changed her mind, but rather that, without warning, a ripple, like water, spread across the space in front of her that should have been empty.

The air itself trembled slightly, the distorted scene resembling the blazing sun in an extremely cold land. A clear, bell-like sound, seemingly emanating from the dimension of the soul, quietly echoed deep within her consciousness.

The next moment, the fabric of reality was mercilessly torn apart, and Akalion's massive figure, as large as a black hill, and another petite, exquisite golden figure radiating starlight appeared in the hall.

Isriel's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints in an instant. Her breath, her heartbeat, all her thoughts were frozen in that forbidden sight.

A beautiful, golden-haired girl, as lovely as a goddess, lay limp and powerless on the dragon's majestic body in a sacrificial posture, as if her soul had been completely burned out at the end of the storm and she had fallen into unconsciousness.

Akalion's battle with Luminous - today's outcome is Akalion's victory!

"pat, pat..."

The faint, almost inaudible dripping sounds were like a giant hammer striking a frozen, eternal lake, stirring up towering waves in Isriel's lifeless heart.

It was some kind of viscous liquid, shimmering with a pearly luster, slowly sliding down from the point where the two met. The air was filled with a unique scent, a mixture of ozone, life, and the aftermath of a storm.

"what!?"

Akalion immediately realized the catastrophic nature of his situation, but he dared not move an inch. Luminous was now inextricably linked to him, and any rash action could cause her irreparable physical damage in this fragile reality.

Too absorbed in Luminous's body, and being in a dark space, Akalion was so relaxed that he didn't even notice that he and she had fought their way into the Stable Realm.

This is what led to the current situation.

Even Akalion, with his thick skin that had long reached the level of a true dragon, could no longer pretend that nothing had happened.

His timing was absolutely terrible.

Even if he wanted to do something to salvage his precarious reputation as a dragon, it was already too late.