Noa had been feeling a bit troubled lately.

The ancient ancestor in her mind kept complaining that her five-year-old dragon body was accumulating primordial power too slowly.

And he warned:

“At this rate, by the time I’ve gathered enough primordial power to restore my strength, the Ultimate Terror will already be dancing madly on the ashes of the world.”

So, to avoid witnessing the Ultimate Terror performing an awkward dance in front of everyone, the ancestor had been urging Noa to grow up faster.

“I think you need a refresher on basic modern biology.”

In the dark golden stream, Noa …