"You all really have faith in me."
The shadow descending from above grew closer and closer, and Losa could clearly see the soft scales on the belly of the Karelian Fire Dragon, with the light blazing brighter in the cracks as if flowing with lava, making even the air he inhaled scorching hot.
He pulled out a bottle of dark blue, molasses-like potion resembling "Blue Moon" from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down without hesitation.
What was more important, his most elite unit, or maintaining his "Holy Son image"?
For Losa, this was not a difficult decision to make.
Losa forcibly suppressed the urge to retch. This Spiritual Recovery Potion made by Anna was indeed effective, but the taste was truly dreadful.
His spiritual power, which had nearly dried up, began swelling once again, like a gushing spring. Simultaneously, under Losa's armor, triangular dragon scales started to emerge, and the ethereal shadow of a Black Dragon rose behind him, reaching toward the sky.
