In the pitch-black cave, battle was about to erupt.
The giant dragon ahead was shrouded in mist, its exact form impossible to make out, yet its enormous silhouette still radiated an intimidating presence. Merely drawing near made Gray Porcelain feel as though he had spent more than half a lifetime's worth of courage.
"Raise your head!"
"If you do not even dare raise your head, how are you supposed to use the magic energy array?"
"All of its abilities are laid out in the open, and the strategy guide has already been detailed beyond detail. If we still fail like this, do you think Dream Mirror can still hold its ground out there?"
Angel's voice came from behind him. Gray Porcelain jolted and abruptly stood at attention.
Hearing Angel's words, Gray Porcelain's expression became somewhat conflicted.
Earlier, he had forced himself to come in because he thought he would not die anyway. But when he truly faced Nereid, he still felt afraid.
The vast disparity in size, along with the innate pressure brought by dragonkind, were things Gray Porcelain had never considered before.
Yet Angel's words slowly changed the fear that had been making Gray Porcelain shrink back.
When he first joined Dream Mirror, it had been to gain protection. But as his days in Dream Mirror increased, he had also come to enjoy the preferential treatment afforded to Dream Mirror members.
That treatment did not come only from Dream Mirror; it also came from the respect shown to him by the various major races.
Even his former people—the Telu Royal Family—had sent Teapot Princess to extend an olive branch to him.
One had to know that when he had lived in Teluga City, he had practically been a nobody, transparent as air.
Everything, every last bit of it, had