The dragon landed. Its four limbs shook the earth and when it lowered its head, the wind seemed to still.
One would have expected the breath of a dragon to smell of sulfur, blood and burnt flesh, and yet it was just as sweet as the air of this Crystal Mountain.
The maw of the Crystal Dragon opened and a low, grumbling roar echoed. Its gaze moved from Ryu to Selheira, then back again before focusing on Selheira entirely.
Selheira lowered her head, but at the very least, her trembling seemed to stop.
The dragon probably didn't expect it, but Ryu wasn't as ignorant to their language as one would expect. Of course, Ryu was a bit unfortunate in this regard as well, because his comprehension of Dragon Tongue wasn't refined enough to understand this vastly different dialect—at least not entirely.
Sacrum was one matter, but the True Martial World was clearly cut from a different cloth. That said… he had his own methods.
