The newly arrived Dragon Knight raised his massive war blade, his posture was relaxed yet lethal, as if battle itself were a long-awaited indulgence. After more than a thousand years of forced slumber, the absence of combat had been unbearable. Now, surrounded by multiple high-level opponents, the Three-Headed Black Dragon Knight felt his blood stir with predatory excitement.
ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!
The massive black dragon beneath him sensed its master's rising battle intent and answered with a thunderous cry. What should have been a single roar erupted instead as three overlapping bellows, layered so densely they rattled the very foundations of the Mist Veil Palace. The sound rolled endlessly through the vast halls, vibrating stone, air, and bone alike.
Only then did Marcus realize the truth, the dragon had three heads.
No wonder its roar had sounded like a triple-stacked explosion tearing through the air.
