Terra's wings were now like two enormous slabs of stone. Logically speaking, wings like those were useless for flight; such cumbersome wings would only add to the burden on his body.
Yet the Mountain Wyrm could fly with them. As a creature of the magical side, it did not care about science.
There were special chemical reagents Oran had applied to the dock. As time decayed them, the reagents displayed different colors, and Oran had used them to determine roughly how much time Deli could adjust with each attack.
This was Oran's advantage. His connections allowed him access to things ordinary people never got to see, such as Devil Fruit encyclopedias.
According to the encyclopedia's records on the Advance-Advance Fruit, although each Ability User could fast-forward a different amount of time, the amount fast-forwarded by each attack remained the same for every individual user.
Only after confirming it was safe did Oran have Terra deliberately take the opponent's attack.
"Roar~"
Terra turned his head to look at Oran on his back. His strange "father" had suddenly become smaller. It was only when he saw their reflection on the sea that he realized Oran had not shrunk—he had grown larger.
However, Terra did not care about that. The bond they had built since he hatched remained, and now, it seemed he could help Oran even better.
Dragon Species were powerful creatures with long life cycles. They required years of accumulation to grow, but it was worth it.
Elemental Wyrms did not even need to learn. Once they reached a certain age, they would awaken the power in their bloodline.
"Roar!"
Terra felt an unknown power gathering in his throat. Following his body's instincts, he let out an angry roar at Deli. But this time, more than sound came forth—there was also