MAD END'S DECEPTION
But before the impact, Vergilius darted aside, landing gracefully on his feet like a cat.
“I am impressed, salamander,” Vergilius said with a smirk, tracing the jagged edges of his half-broken fangs. “Or should I say, dragon? What I have learned of your kind holds true—impenetrable skin, indeed. But we shall see about that.” His fangs regrew, gleaming beneath the moonlight, thicker than before.
The fog began to roll around the churchyard. The silence from the plaza put Gildeon on edge. He trusted Roselia and the others to protect Arah—and Arah could handle herself—but the worry gnawed at him.
Bab Populer