The colossal wyrm fixed its gaze on Ethan and the floating sphere, its small, round eyes gleaming with a feral, bloodthirsty light. Yet behind that murderous intent flickered a trace of confusion. The creature could sense the familiar aura of a dragon, but this presence was far stronger than the kind they usually absorbed.
Ethan was just about to speak when the Dragon of Consumption's voice thundered across the sky. "Haha… you little maggots, you've been feeding on my essence for ages. It's time to return the favor!"
The mocking roar sent ripples of panic through the ranks of wyrms.
"Who dares speak so insolently?" the largest wyrm bellowed, its deep voice silencing the others. "The draconic power we cultivate was granted to us by the Cosmos Ancestor himself! How dare you accuse us of stealing from you?"
