"Haha…" A voice echoed in the area behind the pile of smoke.
In a powerful gust of wind—most likely caused by the Dragon's whipped tail—the smoke cleared.
The humanoid silhouette of the Dragon emerged, and its twisted smile returned to its pale and handsome face.
"… Not bad, human."
He had an amused expression, and his cool gaze greeted Adonis' intense one.
All of the unease it displayed earlier seemed to have completely vanished—as if they never existed, to begin with.
"Your Skills are the real deal. But, it seems your Level is the issue." As the Dragon said this, a bigger smile crept up on his face.
Adonis could feel more tension wrapping around him.
"It seems I was worried for nothing, human. I don't know how you got so much power, or how you're able to use it so well, but…"
He stretched out both hands, as if welcoming an embrace.
"… You're still very weak!"
