The Fire Dragon, already in a frenzy, was proud and looked down upon the common, lowly Dragon Species. How could it endure such an affront, almost like being insulted right to its face as a slave?
If such an insult came from a human, like an ant in its eyes, it naturally wouldn't sting at all.
But Losa, in its eyes, though not as noble, was far superior to those lowly Dragon Species only fit to be its servants, barely reaching the threshold of being worthy of its attention.
Its pair of golden dragon eyes immediately turned towards Losa. The temperature within the gun formation, once filled with Dragon Flame, was no longer so terrifying.
