Even if landing with the head downward at a height of two stories, a normal person might have a skull fracture or break their spine and die. But Azdahak, merely suffering from a psychic attack, actually shattered the ground where his head hit.
"Owww..."
With his hand tightly clutching his chest, the three-headed dragon groaned in pain, as if a huge hole had been opened in his chest, which was even more painful than landing on his head.
"Even… even those female dragons never said such damning things to me…"
With a trembling hand like a dying man and a look of despair on his face, anyone who knew Azdahak would be astounded by this sight. They never expected this usually arrogant and brash three-headed dragon to show such an expression; this guy could also be deeply hurt.
