"Filthy, ignorant Orcs!
Who gave you the audacity and confidence—to challenge a Gold Dragon!"
Under the focus of countless gazes, Titus unfolded his wings that extended to the tip of his tail, undulating like waves, as an unimaginable magical power suddenly erupted from within his massive dragon body.
In an instant, hurricanes surged, and a vast tide of sorcery spread rapidly.
The Gold Dragon raised its colossal claw, the sky was torn apart by raging flames, and several meteors emerged, streaking across the sky, plummeting towards the direction of the Blood Spear at terrifying speed.
Elf Mage Simo looked up, the firelight reflected in his silvery-white eyes as he muttered to himself, "Mistrala above, the energy level of this spell, such casting speed...
A Legendary Spellcaster, this Gold Dragon is a Legendary Spellcaster!"