Blink—Blink.
Berthdolt's eyelids fluttered open, his vision hazy. The first thing he saw was Anon, standing over him with a cigar lazily tucked at the corner of his mouth.
Puff.
"Hello, Sleeping Beauty." Anon smirked, his tone dripping with arrogance as he pressed his boot against Berthdolt's nose.
"You… damn demon," Berthdolt snarled, struggling to rise, his body trembling with weakness. "Do you even know… who I am?"
Anon's eyes glowed faintly, a dangerous light swirling within them. He flicked his cigar aside and stepped back, his smile mocking, almost divine in its contempt.
"What's wrong? Stand up. Weren't you supposed to be a mighty dragon? Or did you just grow those scales to chase helpless girls ?" Anon spoke as he placed his cigar against his nose.
"I-I will burn you to the ground!" Berthdolt roared, forcing his broken body to stand, his pride refusing to bow.
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Gasps erupted among the crowd of students and teachers watching from the distance.
