As the "Volunteer Explorer," Emhardt silently moved through the woods, somewhat bored as he glanced around at the environment, but nothing seemed to pique his interest.

As a relic, Emhardt didn’t actually need sleep. For him, sleep was more like an option to "skip over" a period of time, allowing his spirit to be more refreshed, but it was entirely unnecessary.

Emhardt was a true coward; unprotected sleep made him feel very insecure, so most of the time, he didn’t need sleep, only doing so when traveling with Fisher.

Thus, nights felt particularly long and boring when Fisher wasn’t around.

But who could blame the Dragon Queen for returning to his side, who knows how long the intense encounter between the two will last, he could return a bit later.

What should I do?

As Emhardt flew, he pondered, even considering collapsing in some unknown corner until daylight.

He hesitated between the woods. At that moment, he detected a scent that only he seemed to notice. His single eye widened slightly, almost as if the intangible smell led him by the nose, and he involuntarily turned the cover of his book in that direction...

"Hmm, this smell... Could there be something valuable in such a remote wilderness?"

He thought for a moment, then flew in that direction. It wasn’t long before he saw a faint glow in the dense forest, casting a warm hue over the surrounding dark woods.

Emhardt cautiously moved behind each tree trunk, using them as cover, slowly advancing toward the light, soon seeing the scene near the fire.

It turned out there was a bonfire surrounded by a few figures of different races and attire. Judging by their clothes and weapons, they seemed to be a patrol from the Red Dragon Court, most likely a night watch team.

Leading them was a yellow Dragon-man sitting beside a large rock, wearing complete uniformed linen clothing. A massive sword lay beside him, and he was smilingly carving something into the stone with a dagger.

"Burr, what are you carving?"

Emhardt blinked and quickly realized that the thing emitting the enticing smell was what the yellow Dragon-man was engraving on the rock.

That was...

Hearing another Werewolf Species member behind him inquiring with a musket in hand, the yellow Dragon-man laughed heartily and replied,

"It’s ’Dragon Song,’ just recording a bit."

"Dragon Song, what’s that? I’ve never heard of it."

"My wife told me it’s a very ancient art form among the Dragon-man Species. I hadn’t heard of it before; I only learned about it from my wife and the Queen Mother."

"What’s it about? Let me hear it."

Beside the Werewolf Species, a long-haired Human woman who seemed not to have combed her hair for a long time, smiled gently, coaxing the Dragon-man named "Burr."

"Hey, what I’m inscribing with Dragon Song are thoughts from my heart, nothing worth mentioning..."

"Oh please, Sister-in-law Mier is almost having her third child, could it be related to that?"

The Werewolf grinned as he approached, looking at the emblem on the stone, mirroring the intricacies of Human-engraved magic, and said.

"Hey, it’s nothing, don’t tease me..."

Emhardt, hiding behind a tree, fixed his gaze on the Dragon Song emitting a faint glow on the stone, discovering a clue indeed.

Previously, when he was wandering the South Continent, the Dragon Songs he saw were left by ancient Dragon-man species. Even though he could comprehend some of the content, he just saw it as a form of poetry carved on walls, unable to link it with the concept of a "Soul Song."

Until now, with a Dragon-man engraving a Dragon Song, he immediately recalled the magic Fisher once inscribed.

It turns out, these Dragon-man species were using the soul energy contained within their Dragon Horns to express their thoughts!

Squinting, Emhardt peeked over, seeing the stone’s intricate glowing words twisting slightly, seemingly floating into heated beams before his eyes.

Simultaneously, a voice, as if from the Dragon-man Burr, unexpectedly resonated in his ear.

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The scene before Emhardt abruptly shifted, forming two distinct black and white silhouettes. One had unique dual horns and a long tail, reminding Emhardt instantly of Fisher’s friend Rafael!

Who was the other?

Emhardt couldn’t see clearly. It seemed obscured by heavy, gold-reflecting armor cloaking the figure’s features, but the armor’s outline suggested she was a woman.

"A friendship as golden as gold, fighting for freedom; a friendship as fiery as flames, overcoming challenges together!"

The vision constantly shifted, and Emhardt saw the two women confronting diverse challenges together, their bond radiating sparkling golden light, leading numerous banners of the Dragon Court, singing bravely, as if transforming into a true giant dragon soaring into the sky.