The Aluminum Dragon was not gleaming silver. On the contrary, it possessed a grayish-white texture. Slender and soft—those were the first impressions one had upon seeing the Aluminum Dragon.
Yet although the Aluminum Dragon's face was long and narrow, its lines were exceptionally rugged, somewhat disrupting its overall soft texture and adding a strange sense of power instead. Its body was currently only around thirty meters long, with a wingspan of roughly thirty meters as well. It was not particularly large, but considering that it was only fifty years old, it was not small either.
As for the specific details of Florence Windchaser's Battle of Minds, only Liszt, hidden within the boundary of matter, had witnessed the entire process.
There was not much to it. Florence mounted the dragon, and after the Aluminum Dragon paused for an instant, it flung its neck and hurled Florence away. Then it roared at him and flew toward the blue sky and white clouds without looking back.
Clearly.
Florence had failed.
Watching it all, Liszt smiled faintly. Things had not gone beyond his expectations. If Florence wanted to ride a dragon, his talent and ability still lacked that final bit of refinement.
A Ke asked curiously, "Brother, if these people really succeed in riding the dragon, are we going to let the Aluminum Dragon go? Aren't dragons incredibly precious creatures? Shouldn't we hold on to them no matter what?"
Liszt ruffled her hair. "If someone really succeeds in riding it... hehe, it doesn't matter. Fate is a strange thing. If something is yours, it will come into your hands even if you do not fight for it. If it is not yours, you still will not obtain it even if you seize it. We should do what we are supposed to do, and leave