George lowered his head.
Gavin was resolutely walking towards his position.
That figure stood alone, seeming thin and slender amid the towering buildings, yet George subconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword on his waist.
He was somewhat nervous.
As a Giant Dragon, it might sound strange to say, but his nervousness was instinctual, like an antelope seeing a lion. Anyone who had witnessed a knight bathed in sunlight could not forget his fighting posture.
Appropriate nervousness helped enter the pre-battle state.
Gavin stood downstairs in front of him.
Then he leaped high.
George stepped back a few steps, leaving space for Gavin to stand. He was standing on the rooftop, and the surrounding space was only a dozen meters wide on all sides.
It reminded him of the days spent perched atop the mountains.
Gavin jumped onto the rooftop and stood across from him, five meters away, looking at George with puzzled eyes.
Honestly, George had no reason to be nervous.
