"Whatever floats your boat," Dracos sighed lazily as he returned his gaze to the battlefield, his gestures a clear indication that he was done with the conversation.
The Lightning Dragon Monarch narrowed his eyes. "That kind of ruthless fighting style… You've trained him, haven't you?"
Dracos's smirk never faded. "Oh, I had little to do with it. He honed that viciousness all on his own."
On the battlefield, the silence was eventually broken by a large and muscular Toren.
"Bwahaha! That's Frostpire for you! That's the might of our warriors!"
"I knew he was strong," Mira smiled.
"Hehehe, we might just win this tournament," Kaisy chuckled, flipping her hair backward.
"I hope," Zara said, clenching her fist.
Toren's loud words had a chain effect, as the Frostpire citizens, now aware of Nox's identity, erupted into cheers.
