The sound of flapping echoed through the hall. The dragon flew above his head, circling the ceiling with its spread wings.
"Hahaha, you're very interesting, human. You know it was my illusion. But you fought it anyway."
Klaus smirked. "I know an old dragon like you needs entertainment. So I provided it. But now, I'm going to get real serious."
"Huh, is that so? Let's see if your talk is not just a talk."
Suddenly, a light mist filled the hall. Not long after, the interior that originally looked like an ancient relic building turned into a grand hall with a luxurious feel. Crystal balls hung above the ceiling, emitting a golden light that created an atmosphere. Dragon statues lined each wall alongside charming Renaissance paintings.
Klaus knew he was under an illusion, but he could still grin.
"Huh, he turned this hall into a bright place, so I can't hide in the shadows. Smart."
He then asked Laplace how much battle power the dragon had.
