The air turned heavy, vibrating with a crackling resonance that stabbed at Trafalgar's eardrums. Sparks danced violently across the dragon's obsidian scales, red arcs intertwining with veins of molten fire. The Gluttony Dragon wasn't just preparing an attack—its entire body looked ready to explode.
Trafalgar's eyes widened, his pulse hammering in his throat. 'Wait… what the hell did it eat to pull this off? How does a dragon even learn something like this? Immolation? Are you insane?! Why the fuck would you kill yourself just to take us with you?!'
The thought of running didn't even make sense—there was nowhere to run. A creature forty meters tall was charging a blast that could erase mountains. If it went off, there wouldn't even be bones left to bury.
