Abe the Wizard

“Can I get a look, Master? I want to know what it is.” Flying Flame said.

It’s quite rare that it would want to talk through the soul chain on its. Abel did tune the soul chain so that the channel went both ways, but the summoned creatures tried not to bother. They understood how much privacy Abel needed. Whether it was for his wizard’s meditation session, his forgery of equipment, or his alchemy tests, without him and his extreme focus, all it took was a little mistake to ruin his efforts.

Abel was inside his Abel Magic Tower. He held the bottle of dragon blood in his hand, and Flying Flame made him suddenly stand on his toes. That was when he began to understand something. As a pseudo-dragon, it’d only make sense that Flying Flame would know more about the dragon blood than himself.

Abel spoke towards the ceiling, “Flora, I want you to take me to Flying Flame.”

Abel disappeared from the magic tower under the flash of white light and reappeared next to Flying Flame. He was holding the bottle of the dark-golden concoction in his hand. Flying Flame was staring at it the moment he appeared. It understood immediately. Whatever this potion was, it had the power of breaking the biological barrier of a pseudo-dragon. It had the power of bringing its power to the very next level.

“What level is this dragon blood?” Abel asked.

“The blood of a holy dragon!”

Abel’s never heard of a holy dragon before. Still, when this term came through the soul chain, it could be discerned that the existence of a holy dragon was something that’s educated down Flying Flame’s lineage.

Abel asked again, “So what does it do to you? Do you know? You are the strongest summoned creature I have. I know how much you want it, but I can’t risk feeding you something that you might be able to consume.”

Flying Flame spoke through the soul chain, “It can make me become a stronger being! I’ll become a new species because of it!”

Abel raised his brows, “So is it dangerous? You should be able to tell better than I can.”

Flying Flame spoke in confidence through the soul chain, “It’s safe! It’s safe, trust me!”

Despite Flying Flame’s certainty, Abel had to consider the risks himself. The blood came from Flying Flame itself originally, so naturally, it wouldn’t hurt if Flying Flame was taking it. Unlike humans, dwarves or elves, dragons determined their strength from the purity of their blood. The rank went from dragon beast, pseudo-dragon, a giant dragon, then finally, as Flying Flame mentioned, a holy dragon. The purity of blood varied significantly among different sub-species.

Now, Abel had to consider the amount of the holy dragon blood that he had. There was a lot in his one bottle. If he was using it purely for alchemy purposes, the amount was enough to brew ten bottles of potion. However, if he was to use it all for breaking Flying Flame’s “biological limit as a pseudo-dragon,” he wouldn’t know if it was enough to do that.

Still, he decided to give it a shot. He placed the bottle in front of Flying Flame. Flying Flame picked it up with its front claw and swiftly opened the lid. After drinking half a bottle, it closed the lid and returned the bottle back to him.

Abel sent a command, ‘Flora, I want you to turn on the maximum protection for the battle fort.”

Flying Flame was shining in dark-golden light. There wasn’t a lot of change to its body. Most of the change was occurring on its scales. Strange patterns started appearing. Some appeared on the surface of the scales, while others were hidden underneath the scales.

The same patterns also appeared on its teeth and claws. They looked like it was born with them. The most obvious change was with its wings. The size ratio between its wings and body started becoming a lot more different than before. The wings became much larger, and again, patterns started appearing on them. Soon, the patterns connected, and they were on all parts of Flying Flame’s body.

Thrilled, Flying Flame let out a dragon’s roar that was many times more impactful than what it was capable of before. Thankfully enough, it was just Abel that’s with it on the battle fort at this moment.

“AHHHHHHH<del>~ OHHHHHH</del>~”

A weird noise started coming out of Flying Flame’s throat after it did the dragon’s roar. It’s like it was trying to make a new kind of sound. Then, after a few tries, it tried to speak with its mouth instead of through the soul chain.

“I think I can be called a young dragon now, Master.”

Some of the words weren’t quite articulate, but Abel understood the gist of it. A Young Dragon. It was not the best name there was, but keep in mind that it didn’t contain the word “fake.”

That’s right. Flying Flame just became a “real” dragon. It became a species that wasn’t quite known to humanity, but nevertheless, the purity of its blood was enough to classify it as a genuine dragon.

Besides, the most crucial ability of a dragon was its ability to speak. It’s what separated dragons from pseudo-dragons and dragon beasts. Dragons were supposed to be able to communicate through speech. They were supposed to be intelligent creatures.

Abel went to hug Flying Flame by its head, “I’m so happy for you.”

Flying Flame squinted its eyes like a baby, “I feel so much stronger now, Master!”

“Of course you are,” Abel laughed as he released his hug, “Look at how fast you’re learning to talk! Did you gain any new abilities?”

Like a child with new toys, Flying Flame flicked the battle fort wall with its front claw. It started shredding the walls like it was paper. When it was done, it waited for Abel’s compliment with a very proud look. However, before Abel even spoke, the angry voice of a female started coming over.

The tower spirit Flora spoke loudly, “Flying Flame! Watch yourself! You’re damaging the battle fort!”

Without any precaution, a giant gravitational pull pressed Flying Flame on the ground.

Abel waved towards the air, “Alright, stop, stop! Flora, Flying Flame is a child! Try to educate it instead of just beating it up!”

“Yes, Master,” Flora replied. Unlike just then, its voice became much more gentle and graceful.

Soil. The Abel Magic Tower. All the flowers and plants. The buildings and statues. They were all parts of Flora’s body now. It loved its body very much, and yes, after becoming more than just an ordinary spirit, it was capable of complex emotions such as love.

After a few seconds, the part that Flying Flame scratched slowly went back to normal. Flying Flame started getting up to its original position. It was a bit distraught by what Flora just did, and it was not going to try to upset her again. It would go to battle fort 03 right now, but it didn’t want to leave Abel too far.

Instead of going on an hourly-long lecture, Abel laughed and tapped Flying Flame on its neck.

“Ha, ha ha ha! Just talk to Flora more in the future! Don’t be scared. You’ll learn a lot from her.”