"Dragon…?" Jack stopped a beat.
"You can recognize it from its roar?" Wilted Tree asked.
"I can feel the pressure from the roar. A dragon's roar carries a distinctive power," Peniel explained. "Furthermore, I don't think the one below is any normal dragon."
Now that Peniel mentioned it, he could understand the feeling he got from the roar. He also felt a certain amount of pressure from down there. It was getting heavier as they descent.
"I don't think there is any dragon that can be considered normal," Jack said. "If even that half-dragon Grim Sand Drake is already so powerful. I can't imagine how strong a full-fledged dragon is… Hey, Wilted! Your mission is not having us fight the dragon now, are you?"
"Do you think I can take on a dragon by myself? I never plan to come down here with you, don't you remember? No, we are not fighting the dragon. We are rescuing it."
"Rescue…? Are you saying it is imprisoned by Master down there?" Jack asked.
