While Maroon's body was locked under the dragon tongue's power, the underground members lunged after Roderick, only to be incinerated by a blast of draconic flame, their bodies reducing to ashes.
By the time the effect faded, Roderick was a distant speck in the violet sky. Maroon's frown deepened. His pride was stung by this. This was his most vulnerable he'd been since reaching 8th-star.
"Alliance leader, should we chase after him?" A voice asked.
Marron looked at him before sighing, "Just leave it." Honestly, if it were just a random person, he would've killed them. However, this person was an important person in the alliance.
His gaze shifted to the vessel, its hull still rocking from the battle within, and he made his way there.
Inside, the battle was still in full swing.
The red fangs weren't called that for nothing. Except for the few surprises here and there, they held their ground against some underground organizations.
