An unsettling silence settled over the golden castle's throne room.
Ishiki didn't move... nor did the dragon move a muscle. His golden eyes were fixed on the target standing just about three meters from him.
Ishiki had to look up in order to look back into the eyes of the dragon's graceful figure. Weather it was because of his pride or he was too lazy... Ishiki couldn't tell, but the dragon was still not wearing anything over his torso. Revealing his crazy muscle sculpture in all its glory.
He had wrapped a small cloth under to cover his lower body... and it was clear that the dragon was not a player. If he had been one, he would without a doubt produce a weapon or at least an armor.
Well... Ishiki had to tread carefully. He mentally summoned the [Berserker's Effigy] and motes of white light condensed around his body, turning into the lustrous black armor with spikes protruding out of its surface at various places.
