Extreok bared her teeth, "A dragon! We will need the rest of us to fight this one Jarvis!"
The Book of Life's pages flipped aggressively. Jarvis nodded, "Already on it!"
The dragon spread out their wings to stretch them. They then looked down, "The Sages? To be under someone else's control. How far you have fallen."
Whitelash growled, "To create a contract with someone weaker, does the Dragon's pride mean nothing?"
"Your words fail to anger me Namish."
"I no longer go by that name."
"Ha! So you've gone that far!"
The dragon folded its wings, "Ah the feeling of first stage. How nostalgic and disgusting. To think I was once this weak!"
Spikes of ice formed in the air and shot forward. Suddenly a wall scorching hot flames arose. Melting the spikes to insignificant pebbles.
The dragon tapped the ground. The golden ground area shattering. It yawned, "Troublesome. Who dare summons a fragment of that area?"
