Boy Versus King

"WOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!!!"

The air grew thick with tension as the dragons encircling the makeshift arena cheered very loudly—their eyes on the two challengers. Their battle cries caused the ground to rumble, and their excitement sent shockwaves dancing in the air.

Then, all of a sudden… all of them fell silent. 

And they quietly watched.

The boy… versus the KING.

"Haa… huuu…"

Neron stood at the center, his fiery determination matched only by the colossal figure of Z'ark, the Dragon King. 

The ruler of the Dragon Nation towered above Neron in his miniature form, his golden scales glimmering under the faint light that pierced the cloudy skies. His horns curved elegantly, framing his stern face, and his sheer presence was enough to make the ground quake.

Neron's voice rang loud and clear as he reiterated the stakes of the duel.