A multitude of Dragons of the Black Whip surrounded Osvald, bringing down powerful pressure from their auras on him. The ground beneath Osvald was beginning to crack, as the pressure was too strong that even the sturdy soil of the hill could not withstand it.
However, Osvald was completely relaxed.
"Agh, don't you guys think you're being too serious? This is just another deadly fight in your life, what's the big deal?" Osvald said nonchalantly as he reached up, yawning as if after a long sleep.
The dragons frowned as one of them rushed forward with a flap of his wings.
"Bastard! This fight will only be fatal for you! You're the only one who's going to die today!" The man exclaimed as a sphere of darkness appeared in his hand.
Osvald grinned widely, "You really think so? Well, let's check it out!"
Crackle.