"Seeking one's own death!"
The dark red flames that once fiercely burned on Noah's body returned to the color of pure gold, and those hideous and ferocious blade scales gradually receded. Noah regained the noble and dignified posture he had when he first awoke.
For he no longer needed it, his opponent was being foolish and courting death. Any further action would just be a waste of effort. A red dragon, unwelcomed wherever it went, still wanted to leave the original camp unscathed after being thoroughly outmatched.
Foolish to the extreme, delusional
Noah wondered if during the recent battle, he had pierced through the red dragon's head several times, beating it stupid. Perhaps the two new heads it grew were problematic, dividing its original intelligence, otherwise how could it utter such laughably foolish words under the watchful eyes of all?