On the ground, behind a certain residential house, a figure shrouded completely within a black cloak stood staring blankly at the kilometer-long trench, mumbling to herself:
"This... what kind of power is this? Is this the power a dragon should have? Is this the power a ten-year-old dragon should have?"
Her voice was somewhat hoarse and low, yet it could not hide her astonishment.
Slowly raising her head, the black-cloaked figure fixed her gaze on the giant dragon in the sky, continuously spewing fireballs:
"Black scales on its back, peculiar red scales on its chest and abdomen, with streams of crimson light flashing, it is undoubtedly Land.
But... why, at just ten years old, has he grown so remarkably?
He doesn't look like a young dragon at all, he seems more like some very old or even ancient dragon. What exactly is going on?"
While she continued mumbling to herself, she ended up ignoring the fireballs continuously falling towards her!
