Sorien hovered calmly in front of the massive dragon. Golden light flickered faintly around him, steady and controlled.
"Before we begin," he said, voice even, "let me ask you something."
Navrel narrowed its red eyes. "What is it, human?"
"Aren't you supposed to be sealed?" Sorien asked. "How are you out?"
Navrel let out a loud, rumbling laugh. "Of course it was those bastards from Draconia."
Its tail lashed through the air. "They released me to settle their problem with God Gym."
Dahlia, floating at a distance, folded her arms. "Told you."
Sorien's gaze remained fixed on the dragon.
"And where are they now?" he asked calmly. "The ones who woke you."
Navrel's grin widened. "In my belly."
It chuckled darkly. "How dare they think a few humans would be enough to satisfy me after a long seal."
Its tongue slid briefly over its fangs.
"And Draconia blood…" it added, almost pleased. "Dragon blood is far more delicious and nutritious."
Sorien nodded slowly. "I see."
