Now the group understood: all that talk of an evil Great Dragon was utter nonsense.
The Great Dragon was simply too powerful to control its own strength. Even its everyday movements could cause tremendous destruction.
So there was a good chance the Great Dragon had only wanted to come down the mountain for a chat, but its immense destructive power had led the Temmies to believe it was attacking them.
"So... are we still going to subdue the Great Dragon?" Carlret asked.
"Hmm... we still have to help the Temmies solve their problem, whatever the case. So we should at least try negotiating," Linde replied after a moment's thought.
Frisk nodded, indicating she had no objections.
"All right. First, let's shrink the Great Dragon! That'll make talking easier." As Linde spoke, he prepared to cast a spell on it.
"Wait..." Before Yogg could finish, Linde had already cast his spell on the Great Dragon.
"Huh? Wait, something's swallowing my strength! Am I going to die? Help! I don't want to die yet!" the Great Dragon wailed, beginning to struggle.
As it spoke, it whipped its tail around and effortlessly sent Linde flying.
Luckily, Linde now had a body made of magic. If he had still been flesh and blood, having all his internal organs damaged would have been anything but pleasant.
Although the excruciating pain of that timeline disturbance had greatly increased his tolerance for pain, there was still no reason to put himself through unnecessary suffering.
At that thought, Linde glanced at Frisk.
Frisk: (-∽-) What are you looking at me for?
Watching the Great Dragon thrash before him, Linde sighed. "Looks like we'll have to put it to sleep for a while first. Everyone, give me a hand."
Linde swiftly spread his hands and pulled out a stack