PAID

In the backyard training field of the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, Rosvisser stood with her eyes slightly closed, her hands outstretched, palms facing each other.

Before long, a soft, milky-white energy began to gather in her hands, creating visible air currents around her.

The energy continued to condense in Rosvisser's palms, forming what was known as the "Primordial Force"—a powerful energy source necessary to cast Primordial Magic.@@novelbin@@

She focused, compressing the Primordial Force into a small ball the size of a soybean. Only then did she allow herself a brief sigh of relief.

In the past, this would have marked the end of her training session, and judging by the speed and efficiency with which she condensed the energy today, her progress was impressive.

But Rosvisser was not one to settle for just "good enough."

Now that Leon had gotten her a book on Primordial Magic from his master, she was determined to push herself harder. She couldn't let her husband's good intentions go to waste.

Most importantly, her own desire to grow stronger burned deep inside her.

The Empire, in secret collusion with some dragon clans, had far more sinister plans than just hunting Leon.

Whatever they were plotting, as the Queen of the Silver Dragons, Rosvisser had a duty to protect her people. In this chaotic world, she needed to ensure they had a firm foothold. She would not let the tides of change sweep them away.

Primordial Magic would be the stepping stone she needed to reach the next level.

She had to become stronger—much stronger than she was now.

After a brief rest, Rosvisser began to channel the already gathered Primordial Force, following the foundational practice outlined in *Soul Judgment*.