In the dim room, Prajna lit a lamp, and Losa changed his shirt, finding it indeed soaked through—probably because the half-dragon transformation was truly too painful.
"Where's Furin?"
"Someone was spying nearby just now; she went with Chelina to pursue them."
"There wouldn't be any danger, would there?"
"You should be more worried about the one they're chasing."
"True."
Losa was quite confident in their combined abilities. Besides, this was Anna's territory; any commotion would easily draw her over, so there shouldn't be a problem.
His gaze passed over the dragon scale armor hanging up, each scale still immaculate despite its reported destruction in battle records.
Half-dragon transformation would burst through clothing and armor; though dragon scale armor is tough, it can't withstand the extreme heat represented by dragon flame.
Afterwards, whenever performing half-dragon transformation, surely he couldn't leisurely strip off his armor in front of the enemy, could he?
