450. Set a small goal_3

The homebody witch thought to herself.

However, at this moment, so engrossed in her thoughts, she did not notice that her original form of the White Dove had begun to undergo subtle changes.

After all, birds and dragons are close kin, and in the night sky, the small White Dove had begun to adopt a hint of the Great Dragon's shadow in its flight.

The true essence of magic is the believing heart; if the heart changes, the effects of magic naturally change as well.

If Dorothy had looked in a mirror at that moment, she probably would have recognized that her transmigrated form as the White Dove was quickly approaching that of the legendary most beautiful dragon—the White Night Dragon.

The small White Dove was emitting a faint glow around its body. Although it was still far from reaching the White Night Dragon's ability to turn the night sky pure white, it was at least a step from nothing to something.

When the stars dim and the world darkens, I am the sole light.