The elder's expression shifted. Gone was the calm superiority he had carried earlier. His body tensed as he realized that Dracos was far more powerful than the Supreme Dragon Courts had thought.
'We're all at the legendary tier so why does it feel like I'm fighting someone a whole rank higher than me?'
The elder dragon's eyes flicked briefly between the Ice Monarch and the hybrid standing silently behind him.
Still, pride and duty bound him. The Court's will was absolute—or so he had believed. Yet here was Dracos, one of their finest creations, openly defying that ancient authority for the sake of a single boy.
This single thought seemed to cause the anger in his heart to surge once more.
The cold thickened.
Dracos took a slow step forward.
