บท 122: Chapter 122: The World Collapse

Isadora stared in awe at Argon's dragon form, her eyes wide with amazement. "My Lord, You're... you're so handsome," she whispered.

Argon turned to her, his voice was deep and commanding. "Stay back, Isadora. Let me handle this."

The old man looked up at Argon, a look of fear in his eyes. "What...what kind of monster are you?"

Argon let out another roar, flames shooting out from his nostrils. "I am not a monster. I am a dragon, and you should be honored to face me in battle."

Suddenly, the old man remembered an old book he read, about a creature called a flood dragon that is similar to Argon's appearance.

The old man's eyes widened in realization. "Are you...a flood dragon?"

Argon simply smirked at the old man, not bothering to answer.

With that, Argon lunged at the old man, his claws extended and his teeth bared. The old man swung his sword, but it bounced harmlessly off Argon's thick scales.