The corpse vanished, and the figure of the first-generation Dragon Rider appeared once more in the smithy, still bound in seven-colored chains. Liszt kept striking with basic attacks, repeatedly cleaving the Iron Knight in two. Though a new first-generation Dragon Rider was born each time, its figure grew fainter and fainter.
After dozens of repetitions, the first-generation Dragon Rider's figure finally dispersed completely, leaving not a trace behind.
At the same time, the mind world of the Gray Cast Iron Dragon began to collapse. In the blink of an eye, the smithy that used nature itself as its furnace was utterly destroyed. Then a brand-new mountain rose from the ground, and the fully grown Gray Cast Iron Dragon coiled atop its peak, nodding at Liszt.
The next moment.
Liszt's vision blurred, and he was already riding atop the Gray Cast Iron Dragon. Its broad wings spread wide, its powerful hind legs kicked off, and it leaped high from the mountain peak.
Soaring through the skies of the mind world, it flew higher and higher, as though it had trampled the heavens beneath its feet.
Suddenly.
Liszt opened his eyes. Before him was still the pitch-black night, and the Gray Cast Iron Dragon beneath him was still sleeping soundly. Yet he already understood that a connection between their minds had formed—the potent effects of the Dragon-Bewildering Heart Fruit had been displayed to the fullest in the Battle of Minds.
No matter how unyielding a Metal Dragon might be, it had to bow before the power of the mind.
"So what exactly is the Emerald Dragon's power? And what is this power of the mind? Dreams, or souls?" Liszt realized that a question was troubling him.
Legend said the Emerald Dragon represented dreams, but were the powers of dreams and souls truly