Miss Puppet’s Sincerity of Apology Is… - I
Within a colossal cubic space, each dimension spanning a hundred meters, stood Ansel, leaning on his scepter, his other hand resting behind his back, gazing upward with composure at a pure white dragon whose wingspan of eighty meters nearly filled the vast enclosure.
The dragon, cautious and fearful, watched the "human" below, who seemed as insignificant as an ant, with its massive threatening body, yet it dared not descend to the ground. Even with its head brushing against the ceiling and its wings flapping with difficulty, it refused to lower its altitude.
This crystalline white dragon, a formidable threat during the dragon calamities of the West, could [crystalize] even spells with its breath, ranking among the most powerful of dragon kind.
Yet now… it behaved like a cornered, frightened huge child, attempting to appear menacing in a futile effort to intimidate some unseen beast.