Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, five years had gone by.
Sera, carrying her young daughter on her back, continued her wandering life in the wilderness day after day.
It wasn't that she didn't want to settle down somewhere, but to regular humans and even average Mutant Patients, she was a time bomb ready to explode at any moment.
Dragon Horn, Dragon Tail, Dragon Scale.
A typical Dragon Species Mutant Patient, who could turn into a newly born dragon or a monster that had lost its reason at any second.
No place was willing to take them in; sooner or later, they would be driven out.
Even in the dead of winter, she could only wander between the mountains.
Luckily, the scent left on her by the wolf was still present, discouraging even Third-tier Origin Beasts from attacking, choosing instead to give them a wide berth amidst their uncertainty.