"Heh. I should never have expected anything from the bloodline of the weak."
The white dragon sneered.
And the weak he spoke of were, quite clearly,
humans.
Then he looked toward the two figures struggling amid the distant ruins.
"The red dragon, too, trusted humans so readily.
He even willingly abandoned his flesh and his right to remain in this world. Foolish."
Muttering to himself, the white dragon walked toward Sovell:
"I thought you, defective thing that you are, might have made some progress over these ten years. Yet now you cannot even muster the strength to resist? How dull."
A hideous dragon claw closed around Sovell's throat, its grip slowly tightening.
The bones and ligaments in Sovell's neck creaked. Just as he was about to suffocate, his eyes met the white dragon's.
The fish took the bait...
Clang!!!
An extraordinarily loud metallic clash rang out from somewhere.
In an instant, Sovell's irises turned a jewel-like blood red. His pupils abruptly changed shape, becoming perfect hexagons.
Mystic Eyes of Submergence!
This time, Sovell abandoned the weakening effect of his Mystic Eyes of Submergence and devoted their full power to mental interference instead.
Fortunately, for some unknown reason, the white dragon's mind seemed to have successfully fallen into confusion.
Unfortunately, the dragon claw around Sovell's neck was still tightening.
"ri...a..."
Sovell struggled to force a sound through his airway, now compressed to a slit, urging Artoria to act as quickly as possible.
Before his groan ended, Artoria rose from the rubble, and the blue lines detached from the black-and-blue ribbon behind her head.
Then those blue lines turned into several fierce gusts, erupting behind Artoria to propel her forward.
The silver-blue figure surged forward, Excalibur's tip aimed straight ahead.
Sovell heard only the sound of a blade piercing flesh before the