Roar...
The dragon, resembling a slimy blob, released a deafening roar that reverberated throughout the platform. It was astounding that a creature made entirely of goo could produce such a thunderous sound from its throat, but in Fragmental, a world of fantasy, anything was possible.
The Ice Dragon snarled as it confronted the two Darkness Dragons, looming before it. Its deep blue eyes scanned the peculiar creature, fixating on it with an icy cold glare, as though attempting to freeze it in place.
"..."
Leo scowled as he gazed at the two Darkness Dragons, his eyes fixated on the blob that was a clone of the original creature.
"He's a prince..."
He muttered under his breath, his tone laced with a hint of disdain. In the world of dragons, a prince was a creature with the potential to become a king, provided it lived long enough. The king, also known as an Ancient Dragon, possessed the longevity to last for tens of thousands of years.
