The more Rexagon thought about it, the more the rage burned inside him.
Losing a fight to Ashergon was one thing.
Ashergon was another dragon, an equal.
Defeat between equals was nothing to be ashamed of.
Even losing to someone of similar strength could be endured.
But this…
This was humiliation.
Humiliation at the hands of something so small.
So weak.
So insignificant.
"How dare he…"
Rexagon's massive claws dug into the stone beneath him.
"How dare that Damon."
At first, the trick with the fake potion had angered him. But deception was not uncommon among lesser creatures.
That alone would not have pushed him to such fury.
No.
What truly drove him into madness was what came after.
In one of his claws he held a bone.
Small compared to his colossal body.
Yet the bone itself was still enormous, over three meters wide and nearly as long.
It had been carefully cleaned.
And carved into its surface were words.
Insulting words.
