Living Up To The Expectations Of A Progenitor

“That trick will only work once,” Leviathan said with confidence.

“Once is enough,” an arrogant voice replied. “Also, cut me some slack. I was just born. If I were as old as you, even if there were a hundred of you, I'd still win hands down.”

Leviathan snorted. “That’s if you can live that long. Well, as long as you stay by Ethan’s side, you’ll probably survive a century or two.”

The black draconic snake that was only a foot long clicked its tongue, but it didn’t affirm or deny Leviathan’s words.

“By the way, did he give you a name?” Leviathan asked.

“Of course he did,” the little Ouroboros replied. “And it’s such an awesome name.”

“Oh, and that is?” Leviathan arched an eyebrow.

He was curious to know what kind of name Ethan bestowed on the Primordial Beast, which had just hatched from its golden egg.

Depending on how strong their Master was and how much they liked their names, newly-born Ouroboros could quickly increase their strength to mature faster.