The dome and walls of the castle were pierced with many large holes, the noonday sun streaming into the hall, and amidst the ruins, a giant dragon with a slender body reflecting silver light stood proudly.
The sunlight refracted off his armor-like scales, emitting a brilliant sheen, and a terrifying aura pressed on everyone like a tangible force.
The woman smashed into pieces by Kenneth seemed to be struggling to recover from her injuries, but unfortunately, no matter how strong her soul power was, it couldn't restore a heap of flesh to its former mobility.
"Guess I'm left out then?"
Roger shrugged helplessly; Kenneth was truly a good comrade, such an enthusiastic person.
"Magnificent!"
"I knew Lord Kenneth was the best!" Tiffany was overjoyed, her greatest fear was arriving only to find a broken corpse.
Seeing the situation was settled, she dissolved her disguise near the wall deep in the hall, then appeared with Yield behind Roger.
"Why are you here?"
