He had heard of geniuses who could fight above their realm, and bloodline heirs who possessed absurd physical strength.
But this...
A High Mage casually forcing a Greater Dragon to lose an arm!?
That was beyond anything he had heard before.
One of the guards swallowed nervously and repeated the same question they had asked before.
"My Lord... should we intervene!?" After giving it some thought, Jammud decided to approach.
He didn't really have any intention of supporting either party, but if he could help it, he would rather avoid any more damage to his city.
The battle was bound to escalate from this point onward, and he had no desire to watch half the district get reduced to rubble.
One would have thought he would feel obligated to side with Vel'dranor since he was also a dragon.
But that was never the case in such a situation. Most dragons lacked any sort of familial love, much less any great sense of camaraderie.
