"It wasn't as fast as me, and I wasn't as strong as it, so neither of us could do anything about the other. That's why, after hearing your dragon chant, it decided to run away..."
"You didn't see it—the Snow Giant Da's cloak looked so dashing as it fluttered while he ran, almost like pulling silk, with an indescribable beauty. Of course, I strongly condemn its act of running away."
Usually composed, Russell, with his blood still unsettled after the battle, always had a sense of absurdity about life.
He also became quite chatty.
The Torrential Flood Dragon, patiently listening to the end,
then glanced deeply at Russell. Without speaking in the dragon language or chanting, it simply vanished into thin air, shattering like a shadow.
"Huh, just like that, without even a goodbye?" mumbled Russell.
"Russell, let's go too," Polly responded.