C16 He Had Crossed over Time to Cultivate!

"Huff... Huff..."

At the summit of a snow-capped peak, a small silver dragon laboriously embedded its claws into the frosty ground, advancing slowly.

"So cold..."

Igrel's head pounded with an excruciating ache. Even with magical defenses, the harsh conditions were too much for a young dragon's body to withstand.

"It's as if it's claiming a dragon's very life."

With a wry smile