Subsequently, a colossal Black Dragon, seventy meters long, stepped out from the Space Gate, meeting Rock Dragon Parker's gaze.
"You look pretty miserable," the Black Dragon remarked, observing the blood spurting from all over Parker's body, clicking its tongue.
"Why do I feel you're rather happy about it," Rock Dragon glanced at the Black Dragon and rolled his eyes.
"Not really, it's just seeing you half-dead every day, thinking a little blood loss, a bit of injury, could make a dragon's life more youthful," the Black Dragon countered, though its mouth was already widely grinning.
High above, a bolt of thick white lightning crackled across the sky, illuminating Victor's grim expression.
Ever since the Black Dragon appeared, Victor had visibly sighed in relief; the wait was tense, fearing when and where the Black Dragon would emerge to surprise him.
But as time went on, seeing the two dragons chatting away, completely ignoring him, Victor's expression darkened.
