The old dwarf mage spread out his shadow like a thin black blanket, wrapping it around Bado and a few other surviving dwarves, slowly dragging them away from the Blue Dragon.
Azra's dragon eyes didn't even flicker in that direction, as all its attention was focused on the black figure atop the mountain.
"What's this?" Azra's voice carried a hint of tension, "The so-called strongest dragon, playing the game of sitting back and reaping the spoils?"
The giant dragon lay prone on the rocky ridge at the mountain top, its dragon eyes half open, wings folded at its sides, not posing an aggressive stance. "I just felt the dragon struggle here and came to take a look."
"Take a look?" Azra's dragon face showed unabashed doubt.
The giant dragon ignored its expression.
"Have you encountered Svirgis?"
"Which Svirgis? Ah—!" Azra was momentarily taken aback, then suddenly realized, with dragon eyes slightly narrowed, "You mean that Dragon Man who's always following behind you?"
