The Elder Flame Dragon that sent thousands of elves to their deaths was now a headless corpse under Ein's feet. Each and every one who saw this achievement couldn't believe their eyes. What's more, General Frost and Sir Gawain who had experience in fighting a dragon could tell that the modified dragon should be stronger than the norm.
If either of the two were to fight with their own entourage, then even if all of them lay down their lives in the battle, it would be impossible for them to kill the dragon. They completely understood how unbelievable it was to see someone trampling such a beast like it was just a chore, alone.
Of course, the sword that Ein was using contributed a large part to such an easy-looking dispatch. Its sharpness, which could even chop off a dragon's legs covered in thick and steely scales, is something that no other sword could compare to.
'If I was the one using such a sword...' General Frost thought before shaking his head.
