Lance, who had unlocked his Black Dragon Form, stood in place freely moving his dragon body. Returning to his original form felt so comfortable, just look at these strong and powerful hind legs. One stomp, and a Fire Bear with an activated Behemoth Bloodline would cry like a little dog.
And now observe these robust and explosive dragon arms—a single punch, and the White Elephant would be sobbing for a good four or five hours.
Lance squeezed his Dragon Claws a few times more. With one swipe of these claws, Peacock King Aroman, Snow Women, Butterflies... might just start wailing in fear.
As for Reg, Venus, Amelia... they've all seen his Black Dragon Form. Not to make them cry at least once... would leave a sense of regret in both their lives and his dragon life.
A teammate who hasn't been thrashed by their own comrades... their life isn't fulfilled.
Hey...
Lance grinned wide, his breath erupting from his mouth in a white mist so hot that it twisted the very Void.
