The black dragon let out a long, sneering cry, following its master’s mood.
Nidhogg was a created vassal.
Because it grew together whenever Jioh grew, what they felt was always the same.
Fwhoooosh! Its aggressive wingbeats split the clouds. Done gauging the inexplicable enemy, the black dragon banked wide.
Toward the Gate that was sucking in its surroundings like the eye of a typhoon.
If the road is blocked, then just shoot up. The open sky has always belonged to the strongest ruler.
Gliding through the driving wind and rain, Jioh flicked a glance down. Abandoning a direct entry to the center, she saw a group forming a defensive line.
The mark was distinct even from above— the Center’s emergency response unit.
At the shadow cast by the massive dragon, they all lifted their heads at once. In Jioh’s sight, mana fully unleashed, their figures appeared.
‘…Heh.’
Jioh gave a brief, wry smile.
‘Always such stiff, tightly wound blockheads…’
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