In the crumbling fortress, the demon prince and the white dragon glared at each other.
It seemed Faravgi hadn't anticipated that his trump card—the dragon's breath—would be stopped head-on.
His initial aggression had faded, and now he watched warily.
"…Damn you,"
Faravgi spat in frustration.
"This power… I had saved it to slaughter those accursed dark dragons…!"
His eyes began to glow with a strange, iridescent light.
Whatever he was planning, I had no intention of waiting to find out. Raising my shield, I charged forward—ready to gouge deeper into his wound with my knife.
But the glow in Faravgi's eyes spread rapidly across his body.
"I am Paradisos, the embodiment of light, Cosmos. Behold my Egovcentri, Imperifas!"
His silver scales began to shine, blazing like the midsummer sun.
"Gruuu... UOOOOOOHH!"
With a deafening roar, my vision was flooded with white.
