Even though he had grown into adolescence and was nearly the size of a young Green Dragon like Nifadora, a creature undoubtedly considered large, at this moment, standing next to his mother—half of her body steeped in volcanic lava—he still felt as if he were in the presence of a small volcano perpetually on the verge of eruption.
It was only after having witnessed the dominion of the Black Dragon Lord over the Doze Wetlands last year that David could fully appreciate how extraordinary, formidable, and terrifying his mother, the Red Dragon, truly was. So much so that he could not help but feel sympathy and pity for his father, Attilicia, who had once been reduced to little more than her 'plaything'.
