However, a few seconds later, the anticipated pursuit did not occur.
Vera halted her backward flight in confusion, cautiously turning her head to look back. The scene before her made her tilt her little head, full of puzzlement.
The enormous Golden Dragon was now stretching its muscles in place as if no one else were around.
First, it exertively stretched its long neck and strong limbs, then began rhythmically flapping its broad and powerful golden wings, one beat at a time.
It did not employ any of the sacred vow energy within its body, nor did it use any auxiliary magic power for flight, relying solely on the sheer strength of its wings, purely swinging them.
Each downward flap hit the ground heavily, stirring up a shower of sand and rocks, dust filling the air.
Its massive body could only inertia off such pure physical strength, clumsily rising a few meters off the ground briefly, before thumping heavily back down, causing a slight tremor in the land.
