Regardless of whether Lurans had prepared himself, seeing the Giant Dragon up close still left him deeply shaken.
Its frame was massive, its head savage, and its tail like a steel whip. The sight alone was incredibly oppressive.
Its body was covered in a dense coat of ice-blue scales, their edges streaked with red markings, making it look as if it were perpetually bathed in blood—a constant projection of carnage and brutality.
Lurans had seen his share of Magical Beasts—massive ones, hideous ones—but never one that radiated such a natural pressure, such an aura of royalty.
This pressure didn't stem from a disparity in power, but rather from a subtle psychological effect.
It was like a mouse freezing in fear at the sight of a cat.
Of course, for a worldly Meteor Knight like Lurans, while he was shaken, he quickly regained his composure. He was a long way from being petrified with terror.
