"NEPHITI! THE DAY HAS COME FOR YOU TO BECOME MINE!"
The roar of a True Dragon was like a rumble of rolling thunder, clapping through the air with a cacophonous wave that upturned the very earth. It was said that when a True Dragon roared, even the Firmaments would tremble.
Valerie frowned, the irritation in her golden slits especially vivid. This True Dragon truly didn't know his place, did he?
"Aza'oth, shout my name one more time and see if I will not pull out your tongue." Valerie's tone was more reserved, yet it didn't seem to lose out Aza'oth's roar at all.
Her sovereign blood flared out, forcing the very laws of reality into standstill. In the presence of a Sovereign Dragon, who would dare act out of line?
Aza'oth frowned, his crimson slits flashing with a fearful light, before he forcefully masked it with a harrumph.