Nachtia sighed as the little dragon nearly wiggled out of her arms trying to wave goodbye, and retreated into the mountain to take her charge down the stairs.
The young ones were surprising everyone with the advanced bloodlines that they were showing. These were far stronger than what they had come from, which were mostly sub dragons and lesser species.
Like up on the ridge, the clutch in the mountain had produced a chromatic dragon whelp, as well as a handful of Divine Dragon species that were born to be Immortals.
All they needed was time to grow.
It was as if they had actually been born on an Immortal World, even though the Tiny World lacked many of the aspects that a proper Immortal World would have.
Just the mana change appeared to be enough for them to have advanced, and to have maximized their growth to the same level that the Clan Compound would.
