"Not bad enough to deserve death..." Roland explained, his face dark.
"??? Is that even human speech? No—are you even doing human things?" Tom Bombadil said in shock. You had gone and dragged away their Dragon Emperor! And with a damned Slave Contract, too! The Dragon race could slaughter nine generations of your clan and still not feel appeased—ten generations would be the minimum! How did you have the nerve to say it wasn't bad enough to deserve death?
"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad! The Dragon Emperor has gone off to be a human's mount!" Tom Bombadil looked at Dos, who seemed to be enjoying himself, and was instantly dumbfounded.
"All right, I've seen what there is to see. I should be going!" Tom Bombadil's eyes shifted, and he prepared to slip away.
"Hey, wait!" Roland used Void Claw in an attempt to hold Tom Bombadil back. Vast spatial Dragon Power erupted, and an illusory golden dragon claw nimbly caught Tom Bombadil's left arm. A force field unlike the ordinary instantly enveloped the surroundings.
"Hmm?" Tom Bombadil lifted his foot, then froze for a moment.
"Spatial lock? No! It's the spatial interference built into the skill!" Tom Bombadil narrowed his eyes. Void Claw was a spacetime skill of the Dragon race, and its greatest feature was instant casting. Spatial Dragon Power would interfere with the surrounding spatial field, causing fluctuations in spatial coordinates! Only, the level of interference was so high that even Tom Bombadil, a true god, was affected.
"What are you trying to do?" Looking at Roland's smiling face so close at hand, Tom Bombadil felt a bad premonition rise in his heart.
"Do me a favor, senior!" Roland showed eight teeth, his smile brilliant beyond compare.
"So you made an old man like me