This whole place is surrounded by a vast amount of space particles...
Ash looked around calmly, his eyes wandering over the surroundings as if the presence of the Dragon Elders meant nothing to him. He didn't even spare them a glance.
The Elders, watching his complete disregard, felt their anger building. It wasn't just arrogance—it was blatant disrespect.
"This human brat," Taylor muttered through gritted teeth, unable to hold back his rising irritation. He turned his head slightly and sent a telepathic message to the White Dragon beside him.
[Do you really expect us to hold back any longer? I can barely control myself anymore. No matter what plans you had involving him, he's far too dangerous. We need to subdue him now.]
Alarion, the White Dragon, heard Taylor's message and simply let out a soft sigh. His expression remained calm as he responded aloud, his voice low but clear.
"Do as you wish. As long as he is breathing."
