Whoosh!
A brief whistle of air rang out.
The exaggerated greatsword in Groselle's hands, shrouded in dawnlight, left a silver-white streak in the cold air before striking Ulyssan's neck.
Crack!
A sound like a thick layer of ice being sliced open rang out. A deep, whitish gash appeared across Ulyssan's dreamlike scales, which shimmered with a translucent glow.
Strands of icy blue seeped from the gash, freezing into a layer of clear ice in an instant.
Roar~
The pain jolted Ulyssan, still caught between dream and wakefulness, fully awake. Its deep-blue eyes fixed on Groselle. The fear brought on by the Dragon's Might vanished, replaced by fury and savagery so intense they seemed almost tangible.
It instinctively opened its mouth to breathe fire, but the next moment it suddenly froze, forgetting what it had meant to do.
At the same time, in front of the cave covered by thick ice, a young nobleman in strange, asymmetrical clothes suddenly spat.
Ptooey!
He had stolen the thought of the Great Dragon Ulyssan, who had been about to breathe fire.
After its breath attack failed, Ulyssan flapped its wings, preparing to take off.
Almost simultaneously, the fully armored knight thrust out his right palm and barked a phrase in Ancient Hermes: "Flying is forbidden here!"
Suddenly, Ulyssan's wings seemed to have hundreds or thousands of times its weight hanging from them. It became extremely difficult to flap them.
Seeing this, Cyril clenched his right hand. An indescribable authority radiated from him as he spoke in a low voice: "Imprisonment!"
Layer after layer of transparent walls appeared out of nowhere, pressing down over Ulyssan and pinning its body in place.
Elsewhere, the dark golden scales on the glove covering Klein's right hand turned into brilliant sunlight.
Then he leaned back and spread his arms,