The Dragon roared in rage and frustration as he looked at the human who had saved Anastasia from his ultimate attack. He was irritated beyond measure by this masked man as every time he appears he manages to destroy his mental peace and plans.
'Why must it be him again? This Human refuses to die, as he was able to work up after the earlier attack. He had been sticking with him like maggots sticking to the rotting wounds. He was beyond sense angry at him.'
Unfortunately, he had just used all his power and energy in that previous attack. Therefore, he couldn't generate this amount of power again from his almost empty energy reserves. If he could, he would have definitely spammed up this attack, again and again, until he was able to burn both of them.
Kwastir had completely lost it as he yelled and swung his large claw at him.
"WHY DON'T YOU DIE, FILTHY HUMAN!"