After Florecia finished speaking, an endless fury seemed to condense into substance, forming a red dragon shadow.
The dragon shadow followed her grip on the old man's hand and suddenly erupted in flames. Under the old man's astonished gaze, it engulfed him entirely.
"Light—extinguish."
A deep voice sounded.
Instantly, it was as if the light was stripped away, and everything around them plunged into darkness, dragging the dragon shadow into the shadows as well.
The old man, bewildered, made a sound: "You are not human, you are... a high-tier king dragon breed, strange, there are no dragons of your tier nearby, wait, are you the one from the Red Flame Mountain Range? Why would you come to defend humanity?"
Florecia didn't answer him; she slowly raised her fist.
"Light Disaster Xicalis, and the Flood Disaster Watelit outside, are you that group of madmen who worship the Origin Disaster?"
