That smile, man. The moment it flashed across his face, I noticed two things immediately.
First, his dragon fangs made a subtle appearance, poking out just enough to remind me that I was standing in front of a god who could probably eat me for breakfast if he wanted to.
And second, there was this dimple on his cheek when he grinned, making him look almost... cute?
Weird, considering he could probably level an entire mountain if he got bored. It was a bizarre combo—ferocious fangs, a dimple, and this "I'm too cool for this" aura.
If I wasn't so completely overwhelmed, I might've actually laughed at how casually he seemed to handle his divine badassery.
The Iron Dragon god, effortlessly unbothered in his human form, beamed at me like we were old friends. "Carl! You finally made it back. How was the quest?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting.