บท 54: The Age of Phoenixes

Gray ran his hand through his flame-coloured hair, breathing deeply from the exhaustion of 'Unleashing his flame core.'

The feeling of his brother's aura flooding the Sacred Chamber was fresh in his mind. Arthur couldn't compare. He wondered if this translated to his brother being stronger in combat.

Just how better was the crown prince going to get while Arthur watched from the sidelines? However, even with this happening in front of Arthur, he failed to figure out why or how Gray was capable of unleashing so much raw energy from his core.

"Don't stress yourself about it. Just keep working on it," the king encouraged, "Given your conditions, the growth of your core is bound to be slow."

Gray bowed his head a little in respect of the king.

'Slow, my foot! I've seen dragons in Barthlorn whose cores couldn't hold a candle to that display!' Arthur wanted to scream.