Kleis’ Demise I*

The enormous three-headed dragon stretched its wings and sped toward Fog City. Its brutal and ferocious aura overwhelmed everyone. The three-headed dragon was undoubtedly a savage beast. 

Nevertheless, Kleis' eyes could only focus on the figure standing on the back of the three-headed dragon. This figure had appeared in his mind many, many times, but every single time it had been accompanied by the memory of his humiliating defeat. 

"Merlin!" 

Kleis kept his eyes on Merlin as he shouted. Kleis' expression, which had remained unfazed when he was fighting against over a dozen Great Wizard and a powerful alchemy Monster just now, actually turned solemn once he saw Merlin. 

"Who is this person? Why does Kleis look so wary of him?" 

Wizard Ian asked intriguingly. He only paid attention to the northern Spell Caster world and Ozmu, so he was not sure who this Spell Caster riding on the back of the three-headed dragon was.