The temperature in the ancient temple which was insanely high because of the boiling lava at the bottom of the pit all of a sudden plummeted a few degrees as a silent confrontation appeared between two Warmaster Rank beings.
"What I am doing, you ask?" suddenly, the old Silver Dragon raised a brow before he raised one of his daggers and pointed its sharp tip at Nash behand Nevan, "I am just going to teach him a small and quick lesson about how to respect his elders as it seems the Sargon Family failed to do so."
Nevan frowned upon hearing the words of the old Silver Dragon whose name was Alress, an extremely talented individual when it came to close combat.
However, despite knowing how strong Alress was or how cruel he could be when he loses his temper, Nevan still remained motionless and after straightening his posture he began to talk in a cold voice, "I apologize, it seems I have asked the wrong question so let me ask it differently... Do you perhaps wish to die?"
