Facing the threat of the Elder Primal Incarnates, Deren felt immense pressure.
He could clearly sense the terrifying power contained within that sphere of lightning. It was absolutely enough to vaporize him along with the ground for dozens of feet around him!
Was he going to die? He had finally gained a foothold in Theramore, found people and dragons he cared about, and built a grand career.
Yet because he had been kidnapped by an edgy Black Dragon, he had gotten dragged into this damned ancient grudge of the Dragon Race, only to end up dying at the claws of a lightning dragon mother who had been imprisoned for ten thousand years, was bad-tempered, and refused to listen to reason?
He was unwilling! An intense desire to survive, along with a trace of ruthlessness born from being driven into a corner, erupted from the depths of his heart like magma!
In that split second, he made a bold decision that was almost insane!
Just before Raszageth's lightning could leave her claws, Deren abruptly raised his head.
He no longer hid the panic in his eyes. Yet with all his strength, in a Draconic roar mixed with fear, urgency, and even a hint of disappointed reproach, he shouted, "Wait! Raszageth! You can't kill me! I'm here to help you! I'm here to save you and those of your brethren who are still sealed away!"
He had no choice but to play the role of an ancient strategist when facing a target of persuasion who wanted to put the pot on and boil water at the slightest disagreement.
Begging for mercy was useless. It would only make him die faster. The only thing that might work was doing the opposite: laugh in the face of death, then tell her, "I'm here to