If David were a true Metal Dragon, he might have known when to stop.
After all, even when Silver Dragons are angry, their anger often serves merely as a means to an end.
But David was a Red Dragon—and not just any Red Dragon, but a young one brimming with energy and rebelliousness.
You want me to stop just because you say so? Wouldn't that make me look weak? Huh?
Despite the commanding shouts to cease, David didn't stop his violent acts. Nor did he intensify them. He continued at his own pace, with a joyful smile, reveling in the tranquility and satisfaction his wrath afforded him at that moment.
It was like reliving those runs after school at sunset, the solitary game of hitting a table tennis ball, covered with mottled cracks, against the wall.
Arrogance
This scene instead caused an indescribable, eerie chill among those who witnessed it.
