The last image David saw before he "perished" in the starry expanse still lingered in his mind.
He hadn't even had a chance to confirm it further before he was instantly obliterated, his memory fragmenting along with his consciousness.
He didn't even know how he had died.
Surely, I wasn't just stared to death by a mere glance from that King of the North Wind, right?
Even gods shouldn't be that perverse. In my past life, if I wanted to kill an ant, I at least had to lift my foot and stomp on it.
So, that dragon on The Slaying King Star… was it truly Bahamut?
Could it be?
"Damn it!"
Engulfed in a nameless Wrath, David couldn't stop tearing at the surrounding rubble. His tail, like a rampaging python, thrashed about, turning everything upside down as if a pile driver had plowed through the area. It took a long while for him to calm the inexplicably frenzied emotions.
