The Frost Bone Dragon was embedded in the stone wall.
Its bones CRACKED and CREAKED. Several of its Dragon Bones had been kicked to pieces.
The pale blue Soul Fire in its empty eye sockets flickered, and its mind simply short-circuited.
If… it had a mind to begin with.
In its memories, spanning several million years…
...the Races that could go toe-to-toe with the Dragon Race in terms of pure strength…
...were exceedingly rare, few enough to count on one hand.
And among them, there was absolutely, definitely no Mosquito Race!!!
Even if you expanded the scope to the entire Insect Race…
...there was still no existence that could suppress the Dragon Race in strength!!!
But the facts were laid bare before it.
A White-striped Aedes Mosquito, not even as big as a person's palm…
...had, in fact, sent it, a Frost Bone Dragon, flying with a single kick, breaking several of its bones in the process.
'Could it be a member of the Giant Race in disguise?'
