"A toast!" Leonidas bellowed from his floating palace, raising his goblet. "To Isabella for slaying a dragon lord, and to our enemies for their temporary retreat!"
Orion, Makareth, and Isabella were gathered around him. Isabella just rolled her eyes. Her opponent had only been at the upper-legendary tier, and Orion had been forced to step in at the last second to clean up the mess. It wasn't exactly a victory she could brag about.
But Leonidas didn't care; the bro just wanted an excuse to drink.
"Big Boss, I don't think these dragons are as tough as they're made out to be," Makareth boasted, already several drinks in. "They're pretty easy to kill!"
After several successful skirmishes, he was starting to look down on the dragons' low-to-mid-tier forces.
