Eyes locked on the floating island made entirely of ice floating through the eerily quiet blue sky of the dreamscape where only the sound of the rushing currents of icy mana could be heard, Scaly found herself preemptively testing the waters by poking one of her feet outside the protective barrier formed around the ice block she was standing on. Feeling the ice-cold temperature outside that would have frozen her solid had she not managed to obtain any cold resistance before entering the dreamscape- and that was just the normal temperature of the dreamscape outside.
If she ended up touching one of those icy currents… She doubted her pitiful cold resistance would be able to do much against it and she herself would undoubtedly turn into a dragon popsicle floating through the icy dreamscape.
