`Are you going to get off me, or do I have to bite your head off?` Dracor's voice rumbled from beneath Midas, vibrating through his big massive body that was the Draconic Python.
Midas shifted, realising that he had been lying atop the Beast. When he turned to look at Dracor's ace, the Dragon's glowing eyes were narrowed in pure annoyance.
A part of Midas wanted to laugh at this guy, especially since he had died, and then come back alive all because of Midas and now he could only glare at him because there was something he wanted from Midas so he had to keep his composure.
However, something dark was gnawing at him, keeping him from thinking about the absurdity of the moment. It was a feeling that made his skin crawl. It was that kind of creeping unease that he had only felt before the end of the Fifth Trial in the Ascension Trials.
