Atlantian Megalopolis.
Breeding ground, internal shelter.
Inside the armor suit driven by Andor, another Little Crystal Dragon awakens.
"Boss?"
Somewhat anxious, Andor, who was currently calming himself by reciting prime numbers, finally breathed a sigh of relief: "You've come back? Did you run out?"
He didn't know exactly what Ian, transformed as the Glazed-Glass Dragon, had done, still thought the other was merely plundering and escaping—a typical pirate strategy, but he wasn't wrong.
Ian indeed plundered and fled, but incidentally crushed a few invading Far Shore Islanders on the way.
"I went out." Naturally, Ian wouldn't explain the exact process. His spirit returned to the Little Crystal Dragon Body, and he nodded slightly, speaking steadily: "Are you in the shelter now?"
