The young man chuckled lightly at this, a faint nostalgic expression flickering across his face, and muttered quietly to himself, "He's truly like a protagonist."
The massive dragon's golden eyes fixed curiously upon him, confusion evident in their depths. "Hmm? What?"
Smiling mysteriously, the young man shook his head dismissively, clearly amused by his own words. "Never mind, it's nothing important."
Turning gracefully, he began walking slowly toward the cliff's edge, casually glancing backward over his shoulder. "I'm going to Zorathal Continent now. The boy should have grown by this time. According to my spies, he was adopted by some powerful old couple from the Human race. I'm curious to see how he's doing."
As his words faded, his form began transforming, rapidly shifting and enlarging dramatically.
His human appearance vanished, replaced by a majestic, colossal Metal Dragon. Yet, unlike ordinary Metal Dragons, his form was distinct and fearsome.
