"Why! Why can't even nine Titled Wizards handle this lizard! It's just a lizard from the Ayo World... Why is that?"
Long unable to bring it down, the Titled Wizards' pride was trampled, and they yelled in frustration.
The other Titled Wizards also appeared calm.
"Keep calling more people over! I refuse to believe it! If nine aren't enough, then twelve! If twelve aren't enough, then fifteen! Twenty!
The Bailgang Empire has over thirty Titled Wizards! How can they not handle a mere dragon?"
"The other Masters are all busy now, either in seclusion, guarding territories, or waging war on the Outer Plane; those who can come are all here."
Some Titled Wizards replied thusly, with a hint of sigh in their tone.
"Then what do we do? Are we just going to let this dragon continue its rampage? Aargh!"
The last Titled Wizard, in the midst of conversation, was viciously clawed by Land in the heart, letting out a horrific cry.
A large hole dissolved in their chest.
