"After waiting for a season, it has finally matured."
Amidst leaves carved as if from a crystalline gemstone, a fruit that seemed cast from gold radiated with dazzling golden light. The hazy mist surrounding the branches could hardly conceal it, and a rich exotic fragrance wafted through the air.
Noah extended his dragon claw and plucked the golden fruit, comparable in size to a regular apple. It was weighty, as if forged from some divine metal, but as a Golden Dragon, he didn't care and simply tossed it into his mouth to swallow.
An intense fruity aroma exploded in his mouth, then split into two streams, one rising directly into his brain and the other sinking, flowing down his throat, spreading into his chest, and throughout his body. An indescribable freshness swept over him, giving Noah a sense of floating.