Chapter 130: Fallen Giant

The black dragon muttered despondently.

"It appears I will lose a follower..."

It closed its eyes.

"I am sorry, Noctis..."

The black head's dragon gradually disintegrated into a black mist.

"But you simply chose someone far too terrifying as your opponent."

After just a couple of seconds, the only thing left from the dragon's body was black mist. Like a whirlpool, it violently gathered towards Hex's black and wrinkly hand.

Despite the large amount of black mist, it all disappeared as though Hex's hand was a black hole.

Hex giggled.

"All the same..."

In the middle of the city, at a luxurious watchtower, someone watched this scene unfold.

It was an old man. He was sitting in a well polished wooden chair. One of his eyes was closed while the other was open all the way. He had short grey hair and a modest beard. While his hair made his old age clear, there wasn't a single wrinkle on his face.