Isvarn finally stood from the bench. The moment his feet touched the ground, the earth beneath them trembled as his aura spread throughout the park like an approaching calamity. The nearby trees shook violently, leaves tearing free from their branches, while the wooden bench behind him began vibrating against the ground.
His glowing violet eyes remained fixed entirely upon Yuuta.
"Human... do you even realize what you just did to her?"
Yuuta opened his mouth instinctively, but nothing came out. His throat had gone completely dry beneath the pressure surrounding him, and for the first time since becoming Isvarn's disciple, he genuinely felt that the old dragon standing before him might kill him.
But there was something else that frightened him.
Human.
Isvarn hadn't called him boy.
That familiar word was gone.
