"Grr... You look quite disheartened, what's the matter?"
"Kuku... You had quite the mouth on you earlier, prancing and roaring like a tiger, now you are as quiet as a mouse."
The Ancient Dragon freed his hands from the sleeves of his white garment and gently stroked his long beard, his soft blue draconic eyes brimming with unparalleled power, yet laced with a mocking glint.
"..."
Berkah gave no response and simply glared at his adversary, his entire body thick with muck from the time he spent marinating in magma beneath the earth.
He did not have the luxury to give a rebuttal, his mind was simply too occupied, his brain cells frantically colliding with one another, hoping to spark up a solution to his dire situation.
"Ah... Perhaps you are surprised to see no carnage after our battle?"
"Don't worry about such things, I have powers beyond your comprehension."
