Serpent Dragons feared no death. Pain and injuries only filled them with pleasure and madness; they possessed an extreme love for battle.
There was no benefit in facing such a mad dragon.
When Garos spotted the Cliff Serpent Dragon, his gaze flickered. He held his breath, folded his wings into the most concealed gliding posture, and hid behind the clouds.
Serpent Dragons were famously unafraid of death.
It could even be said that these creatures pursued death and yearned for it.
For example, if a Serpent Dragon fought a powerful enemy and was beaten to the point of severe injury, while that enemy refrained from killing it out of wariness of the Serpent Dragon's curse and prepared to leave—
A Serpent Dragon that could clearly have survived—
Would instead choose the most extreme method.
Suicide, using its life and soul to curse its powerful enemy.
Even in death, it would make its opponent suffer unbearable torment.
The inheritance records stated that Serpent Dragons had originally been Primary-Class Dragons in ancient times. Their numbers had been no fewer than those of Chromatic Dragons, Metal Dragons, or Gem Dragons. But because of their bizarre habit of dying at the slightest disagreement, their population had gradually dwindled, and they had now become Secondary-Class Dragons.
Garos had not expected to encounter a Cliff Serpent Dragon in the territory of the Gray-maned Werewolves.
This thing was far too troublesome.
Its claws, fangs, and blood were all highly poisonous.
Even if he could kill it in battle, he would have to pay a considerable price.
It feared no death and had no concerns.
But Garos wanted to live a long life. He was unwilling to risk injury, or even serious injury, by fighting a Serpent Dragon.
There were dangers in the Wilderness beyond just Serpent Dragons.