The Sword Saint (2)

"You... can you defeat a dragon?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The room fell into an eerie silence, as if the question itself had a weight that suffocated the air around us. The Old man's eyes narrowed, his weathered face revealing the depth of his contemplation. Time seemed to stand still as he delved into the recesses of his memories, searching for an answer.

"Hmmm... A dragon?" he murmured, his voice filled with a cautious curiosity. His response seemed to awaken a dormant power in the room, intensifying the tension that hung in the air.

Dragons were mythical creatures, revered for their immense power and feared by all. The mere mention of them carried a sense of awe and danger.