C283 Ancient Tree Dryad

Dragons cavorted through the valley, and murky streams frolicked in the gullies.

Aylwin's gentleness transformed Doyle's rigidity into a puddle of soft mud.

With a stifled grunt, Doyle was soaked in sweat as the third burst of essence was finally unleashed.

Magic surged, echoing between them, restoring over ninety percent of the magic Aylwin and Doyle had depleted.

At that moment