Gaze From Another World

When the dragon's staggering voice was filled with mockery, it only meant more trouble for Angor who simply blacked out briefly.

The unconscious state didn't last long, but it was painful enough for Angor to remember for the rest of his life.

He opened his eyes and saw the dragon still looking at him from afar.

"Your spirit is as weak as an insect. Your strength… so paltry that you do not deserve to live in this realm. You wish to help the little one remove the curse? 'tis a terrible joke."

Angor silently sat there without responding.

"Humph…"

The dragon breathed out a small tornado that enclosed Angor within.

It used precise controls to make sure that the deadly wind did not kill Angor, but only leave some scars on his body. But it felt something off when Angor did not move an inch against the harassment.

Angor remained motionless with his head lowered, so the dragon could not see his face.