Little Soka flapped her wings, gliding across the starry night of the Astral Plane, using her little nose to find the location of the All-Knowing Tower.
The Flying Fortress was quiet, with only the Black Dragon sprawled atop a massive pile of treasure, comfortably snoring. The little angel landed in front of him, gently patting his eyelids with her small hands.
"Silly Black Dragon, are you still lazing around?" Soka pouted, hands on her hips, pretending to be angry: "Aren't you free now? You're so big yet you still won't live independently. Even I have already become independent!"
The Black Dragon opened one eyelid, glanced at the angel, then closed it again. He comfortably pondered to himself: "Following Lynch allows me to travel back and forth between worlds. He researches his Spells, I search for my treasures. Hehe, no one dares to cause trouble on the All-Knowing Tower, I am certainly not leaving!"
