Ed crouched down slightly, placing his left hand on the ground as the royal blood within him surged.
"Crack!"
[Stone Power]
This was an iconic divine spell of the Moladin Sect, capable of granting the caster the favor of the earth, greatly enhancing their strength in a short period of time.
In an instant, accompanied by a crisp sound, dust and smoke filled the air. Soil and rocks climbed up his arm and gradually formed a sturdy armor, radiating a faint brown light symbolizing the earth element.
Ed lifted his head, gazing resolutely at the bipedal wyvern, his whole body emanating an increasingly powerful aura.
"Roar— Useless, dwarf! Stop your futile resistance. I am a retainer of the Ashen Emperor, the embodiment of flames!"
Smaug was exceedingly arrogant, believing that even the renowned "Master of High Mountains" was nothing more than a clay chicken before him, utterly insignificant.
