I'd once claimed that Draconic Blade Art wasn't anything special at my current level, but this was an exaggeration. Truthfully, even at its lowest level, Draconic Blade Art was devastating when wielded by an expert's hand and using the right tool.
Admittedly, I wasn't an expert like my master was, but I did have the right tool this time.
The flames that blazed to life in the air devoured both my enemy and the mist that wrapped around it like a dragon's breath of fire cleansing my surroundings of foul things.
"Raa~~aah!"
The mist troll unleashed a pain-filled roar that would've made even lions cower. Too bad for it, I was no lion. I was the apprentice of the Dragoness.
