[Moments Earlier]
"Guarghh… arghh…"
Phil'emon growled as he clutched his chest, feeling the seething sensation of pain coursing through his body.
As a Dragon—especially one that had the passive Skill of making barriers to protect himself—he hardly felt anything such as pain.
This foreign sensation made him froth in the mouth as saliva dropped from his lips while his body spasmed.
"It hurt… it hurts so much! Argh… arghh…!" He yelled, losing all his composure.
"I'll kill that little shit! I'll kill that bastard!"
Phil'emon began moving his body forward, his hateful gaze on the boy with golden hair.
He had a somewhat distracted gaze, so the Dragon thought this was the best time for him to strike.
"Calm yourself, dude." Kar'en said with a sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop him from advancing any further.
"L-Lady Kar—!"
"I won't repeat myself. Calm yourself."
