"But one day, I will grow to that extent as well! And now—I have not lost yet!"
Dracalis slowly climbed up from the ruins, shaking her body. The blood of the Ancestral Dragon was repairing her wounds, allowing her to gradually recover.
She roared, flapped her wings again, soared into the sky, breaking through the rolling smoke, and appeared in the sky.
Dracalis opened her mouth, filled with fresh blood, took a deep breath, greedily absorbing the surrounding fire elemental energy, with firelight bursting forth from her throat.
"Boom——"
Only to hear the air instantly shatter, a waterfall-like dragonflame poured down, a cone-shaped breath spraying from Dracalis's mouth.
Hmm, a standard Red Dragon's breath, without those odd changes like Cassius's.
"To dare use flame breath in front of me... truly courageous."
Looking at the dragonflame coming straight at him, Cassius suddenly found it amusing—no one had dared to use flames against him in a long time.
