"So you're that scared of dying? You only sent a golem avatar to negotiate?"
Orson smiled coldly.
Up above, the young shadow dragon let out a roar, unleashing a torrent of dark dragon breath to make a show of strength on behalf of its master.
A wave of black fire surged through the sky.
Orson didn't flinch. He looked up, his eyes turning icy.
"If your father were here, I might show some respect. But you? A hatchling? You dare show off in front of me?"
Sky Sovereign!
Title activated.
"Get down here."
With a casual swat, like brushing away a fly, Orson stripped the dragon of its flight.
The dark wyrm shrieked, eyes wide with panic, beating its wings frantically as it plummeted.
Usher grimaced.
There was a reason he hadn't initiated a mounted battle against Orson.
