Lyrian's shadow suddenly expanded as a dark figure erupted from it. The mirage of black quickly disappeared as a white hobgoblin the size of a 2-year-old appeared beside his summoner. It looked around curiously, as Draco suddenly stopped, surprised by what he saw. With an eyebrow raised, he questioned Lyrian's ability.
"You're a summoner? Hmm... that's a rare class. Impressive. But, it looks like you can only summon weaklings," Draco smirked. "I was going to ask how long it would last, but it seems I don't need to even care about that, since it's puny," he laughed.
'He thinks I'm a summoner... I guess that's only natural since my ability isn't normal.' He looked over at Zuuc. "You've been alive for more than a week, show me what you got," he said with a smirk on his face, diffusing his Enhanced fist. Draco was even more confused by this but decided to stay back and watch. He was intrigued.
