"Die!?" asked Alex dumbfoundedly. The Procella he knew was healthy, like a youngster barely in her twenties. How could she perish at such a young age? And, with notice?
Tears continued to stream down Druk's face, and Alex frowned. "You're serious?"
"Why would I joke in such a situation?" Druk inquired, raising her voice significantly. Her frustration leaked along with a bit of her pressure, because of which Alex shuddered uncontrollably.
Realizing her mistake, the Thunder Dragon quickly retracted her pressure. Only a fraction had leaked, yet Alex seemed to have experienced the worst pain of his life. The pressure of a Thunder Dragon was simply enormous.
It was vast, too, as Alex couldn't predict Druk's pressure's depth.
"What does that have to do with me becoming her disciple?" Alex asked, tilting his head innocently. Druk gazed into his amethyst eyes.