บท 250: Tempest

It took Urgerross a few moments longer than necessary to realize that what it had just heard was no joke. When that happened, its scaled forehead wrinkled, and its large yellow eyes nearly disappeared beneath that angry expression.

"What?! Are you perhaps going to make fun of me, my King?! How dare this stupid human say such a thing in my presence?!" the white dragon roared, complaining loudly to Therion, who remained impassive.

It's just a figment of your imagination, Yoichi... it's just a figment of your imagination. The young warrior kept repeating in his mind, moving his hands and legs as if he was warming up his muscles before a workout. 

"I'm not making fun of you, Urgerross. You know I would never joke like in this way," Therion remarked. "Yoichi is not a mere human being. I told you, he has inherited a fragment of my power, and if he can defeat you, he will do the same from you."