"Deformed Dragon? How did you grow so big then? Do you live here? What do you usually eat?" Negris asked, puzzled.
This island wasn't desolate, but it obviously couldn't support a fifty-meter-long giant dragon. Where would the food come from? Eating migratory birds? Don't make me laugh.
"I can swim," Doroc said.
"Pfft—you can swim?" It was nothing short of an evolutionary miracle, a giant dragon that could swim?
That was the only plausible explanation, otherwise, it was hard to figure out how it could survive here. This wasn't the Dragon Island from the Master Plane that could sustain millions of little fat sheep, only by eating fish could it have grown so large and survived.
"How old are you this year?" Negris asked.
"Two thousand years old," Doroc replied.
"What? Over two thousand years old, and you're about to die? Are you kidding me? Aren't you a Gold Dragon?" Negris, shocked, flew up and fluttered around Doroc in a circle.
