"Timothy!"
The dragons knew all too well who Timothy was—the same Timothy who, alongside Goddess Sylvia, had personally taken down the Frost Dragon King.
But still...
As they stared at his figure, fear crept into their eyes.
They had heard rumors about Timothy's strength, but they were Ocean's Gate too. So why, in front of him, couldn't they even lift their blades?
What kind of power was this?
Before they could figure it out, a gray mist suddenly spread out around them.
They saw it clearly—Timothy, facing their direction, casually clenched his fist.
But that seemingly effortless motion unleashed a roaring wind, filling the air with an overwhelming force. Even the space around them seemed to warp and tremble.
Looking at him again, the two dragons felt as if they were staring at an insurmountable mountain.
Majestic. Terrifying.
