"Pardon me for saying this, but a mere succubus can never defeat a dragon."
Fulgur's voice remained eerily calm despite the blood flowing steadily from the numerous wounds covering his body. He neither panicked nor raged. Instead, he looked toward the endless pink mist with quiet certainty, as though speaking to a stubborn child rather than an enemy worthy of caution.
"It is like claiming a cat will someday surpass a tiger simply because it was well fed and properly trained. "It is an outrageous belief."
His silver eyes narrowed slightly.
High above the battlefield, Damian slowly raised his fan until it covered the lower half of his face while his shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly. Beside him, Rin had both paws pressed firmly over his mouth, his cheeks puffed out as he fought desperately to suppress the laughter threatening to escape.
The two quietly exchanged glances.
