The "Might" of the Three-Headed Demonic Dragon

The full moon hung high overhead.

The retainers stood atop the mountain. The small hill beneath their feet had already been blasted open by the Red-Black Dragon Lothar had transformed into, its dragonfire gouging out enormous ravines. The divine power of the King of Volcanoes had turned the place into a miniature volcano, with scorching lava flowing everywhere through the mountain clefts.

As the card gleaming with legendary radiance fell into the mountains, a dragon's roar filled with fury, resentment, and humiliation thundered forth.

"Damn Slavic slaves! Damn Norman bandits!"

As the golden light faded, everyone stared in astonishment at the "enormous" demonic dragon that had appeared, falling into a long silence. It was barely over a meter long. Compared to a giant dragon, it looked more like a large scaled dog—something akin to a cute version of Cerberus.

Fringilla glanced at Vivianna beside her. "This is the hundred-meter-long three-headed demonic dragon you mentioned?"

Vivianna hesitated. "Maybe its strength is restricted just like ours, so it reverted to its juvenile form?"

"By that logic, every one of us should have turned into a baby when we arrived."

Fringilla rolled her eyes. She found Lady Fawn utterly unpleasant to look at.

Lothar shook his head. "A dragon's strength is tied to its size. It isn't in its juvenile phase now; its strength is simply limited. Once it recovers its power, its body will grow accordingly."

The dragon nest prepared in advance had not been made for nothing. Lothar estimated that once the three-headed demonic dragon was raised to its maximum level, it would recover to a size of more than ten meters.

At that size, it certainly could not squeeze into the stable with Eclipse.

The demonic dragon seemed not to have realized what had happened. After cursing loudly for a