Garen was speechless about having his communication cut off like this. He could only turn to the person with the second highest Crystal Core reward. It was a soldier dressed in full armor and helmet. It seemed to be a man who was serious and solemn.
He quickly pushed his awareness over.
The soldier first was stunned then proceeded to communicate with Garen.
"Your Draconic Aura isn't much."
"My Draconic Aura may be a little weak, but it reached the standard," Garen argued.
"You're still a dragon whelp?" A frown covered the face of the soldier under the helmet. "I have no objection on smaller beings but I need to ask this beforehand, can you breathe fire?"
"... I'm sorry, I'm a White Dragon... I can only breath ice..." Garen was helpless.