The Demon Dragon Nidhogg was not accustomed to feeling fear. Yet now, a heavy unease coiled deep in his chest.
The sun, Apollo—that was a name that carried weight even among the most ancient of beings. A force so immense that even Nidhogg himself, a creature whose very name struck terror into continents, would think twice before becoming its enemy.
But Daniel had just told him, without hesitation, that Apollo would be their next opponent.
And worse—this would not be a distant battle. The sun, Daniel said, would rise soon.
That meant… the Emperor of Angels they had just slain had not been the final boss at all.
On the other side, Milla, noticing how tense the great black dragon was, reached out and patted his massive, scaled shoulder lightly.
"Relax," Milla said with a faint smile, his tone calm to the point of nonchalance. "There's no need to worry. This little problem is already well within our ability to handle."
