The more powerful the magic, the longer the preparation time it usually requires.
The black protodragon's ability to summon meteor showers with a mere flick of its tail seemed effortless.
Besides this world being its domain, it likely used its conversation with Quincy as a cover to prepare the spell.
The black protodragon proved to be even more troublesome than Quincy.
As the flames dissipated, the black protodragon emerged again from somewhere, its expression unchanged as it surveyed the ruins of the castle.
After all, it could restore these scenes with just a thought.
It raised its head to glance at Owen, its eyes filled with probing and inquiry.
Owen, transforming back into his human form with a flap of his wings, remained expressionless.
His stance was clear: he would not intervene in the battle between the black protodragon and Quincy until a victor was decided.
