Prince Loki lowered his hand awkwardly and looked at his father.
King Fárbauti raised his head toward the sky. A red gleam flashed through his enormous eyes as he activated Observation Haki, sensing the presence that was steadily receding.
"White Ghost... seems to have gone after Nidhogg!"
The worry that had only just faded surged back into King Fárbauti's heart.
Could... White Ghost really kill Nidhogg?
And could that ancient prophecy, passed down in Elbaf for hundreds of years, actually be wrong?
Adrian knew nothing of King Fárbauti's turmoil.
With the tremendous speed of his Soul Reaper Body, the distance between them rapidly shrank, no matter how fast Nidhogg flew.
To keep Nidhogg from sensing his presence, Adrian deliberately suppressed his aura, staying close behind the great dragon.
Man and dragon streaked through the sky like meteors. In just a few minutes, they crossed the borders of Elbaf's vast island kingdom and reached the boundless sea.
Adrian let Nidhogg continue flying a little farther.
When he killed Nidhogg shortly, the Despair Poison Dragon, whose body was as large as a medium-sized island, would inevitably unleash a savage surge of waves when he fell from the sky into the sea.
If they were too close to Elbaf, the resulting tsunami might engulf nearly half the island.
Several minutes passed.
Soaring through the sky, Nidhogg knew perfectly well that he was now far beyond Elbaf's borders. Nor could he sense the slightest trace of the hateful fellow who had just inflicted such terrible injuries on him.
The Despair Poison Dragon was about to let out a jubilant roar when that familiar, accursed figure suddenly appeared before him again.
[Demon Swordsman]!
Using an ability he had not employed in a long time, Adrian appeared as though teleporting before Nidhogg's ferocious head, watching with