DELPHIA,
Confronting Zirkos, Zephyr stood on the rooftop, looking down at Zirkos as if he meant lowly in his perception, enraging the vicious dragon that glared at the cocky prince.
"Time over time… your pride just never breaks, does it?"
Zirkos snarled and only returning a dark smirk, Zephyr stepped down dominantly.
"Why would it, Zirkos?"
Holding his head high, emerald eyes lacking emotions with wind embracing his cold posture, refusing to look down in defeat tonight.
"I am above all after all,"
Smirking, Zephyr slowly summoned a sword in his hands that confused Zirkos.
Only to reveal that Zephyr had managed to mix his blood in Earleyton's sword, soulless iron and etched it into his magic, sealing it on his arm.
"You truly think using a sword can defeat me?"
"Prince Zephyr unheard the trembling ones for they are inferior nor capable of standing before me… just like you,"
