"Is the lower legend the limit?"
The Holy Dragon, radiating endless brilliance and divinity, looked down at the five Black Devouring Dragons below, whose sizes were in no way inferior to an ordinary Ancient Dragon, and whispered softly, causing the void to tremble.
The five dragon species creatures, relying entirely on feeding and nurturing, which had crossed the threshold of legend and could hold a place even in the Abyss, immediately shrank back and wished they could burrow into the ground.
As creations that should not have been born, they could sense the creator's dissatisfaction with them, which filled them with great terror, fearing they might be erased.
For a perfectionist, a flawed product has no reason to exist, but Noah was not one to pursue perfection. He just felt that if the upper limit of the dragon species he first created was merely the lower legend, it would be too embarrassing.
