"Trifling skill!" Ragnaros let out a disdainful dragon roar, his enormous body displaying agility utterly at odds with its size.
Deren had almost expected the chuunibyou Black Dragon to say something like, "Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Great Luo Dharma Spell, World-Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas."
But in reality, he could only grip Ragnaros's Black Dragon Scale tighter, flatten himself against the dragon's back, and brace for the final impact.
The chuunibyou Black Dragon suddenly rolled to one side, allowing two crossing Chain Lightnings to skim past his scales. They had nearly struck him, frightening Deren so badly that he almost let go and fell.
The next moment, Ragnaros's tail lashed out like a whip, precisely shattering an incoming fireball. The chuunibyou dragon even gave a cheerful cry, as though he were playing a game.
Before Deren could react, the Black Dragon performed another deft midair roll, narrowly evading the most threatening lightning spear. His dive barely slowed at all.
It nearly threw Deren off.
"Watch out! Pull up!" Deren clung desperately to the dragon's back, feeling as though his heart were about to leap out of his throat.
The gale poured into him so fiercely that he could barely breathe, and every perilous dodge made his stomach cramp.
He knew perfectly well that with Ragnaros's Black Dragon body, magical resistance, and vitality, taking a few lightning strikes head-on might only leave him lightly injured. But if his own fragile body got grazed even once, he would lose half his life even if it did not kill him!
"No! I want them—this land—to remember the majesty of the Black Dragon!" Ragnaros's reply carried the stubbornness and fiery passion unique to a young dragon—or rather, the chuunibyou syndrome.
Not only did he refuse to turn, he accelerated again, dragon breath churning in his throat,