Apart from his knack for foolishness, Luke Yates seemed to excel at everything else.
Yet, in the eyes of his elder brother Braydon Neal, this little fool was probably the best choice.
As Braydon stepped out, two black battle sabers gripped firmly, the distant roar of the silver-scaled dragon echoed relentlessly.
It could clearly sense Braydon's formidable presence from afar; the instincts of beasts were keen indeed.
Confronting danger, it possessed an innate awareness unlike ordinary folk.
"Foolish human, dare you still to provoke me?" The silver-scaled dragon's words carried a human-like tone, indicating the repeated provocations by the little fool.
Not just once, but multiple times!
Meanwhile, beneath the dragon's lair, a thousand meters underground, a young man cloaked in dust diligently dug a hole, plotting a stealthy assault on the silver-scaled dragon.
His surprise was palpable in the damp, dark confines below.
