C350 The Evil God That Was Dismantled

Watching the arm withdraw into the black vortex, Igrel cradled his claws, a glint of light flickering through his pale gold vertical pupils.

"Aren't you afraid of that dragon over there?"

But before Igrel could react, it was the other who addressed him first.

"Are you talking about the pressure that's been bearing down on me from the start? To me, that's like a gentle breeze