"Phew..."
"Such a terrifying enemy."
After confirming that the Shadow Dragon had left, the Red Dragon slowly descended to the ground, licking its wounds.
[Dragon's Breath]
Golden life energy particles descended from the sky, rapidly healing the injuries, making the somewhat weakened dragon body visibly recover.
"Someday, I will kill him."
"Mortifael."
Cassius uttered the name representing the night.
The Red Dragon gazed at the area where the Shadow Dragon had disappeared, its expression slightly ferocious, and its golden pupils seemed to burn with raging flames. Having been attacked on its own territory, retaliation was unavoidable. In the near future, he would crush the dragon hiding in the shadows.
But now was not the time; his strength was still far from sufficient.
The surroundings were already in complete disarray. Traces of the Shadow Curse still lingered here, with broken branches and splattered mud emitting faint black mist.