[DRAGON HYBRID USER]

Cirion's hand desperately clenched at the hilt of his sword, tight to his chest as he gradually inched closer to where your enraged form loomed.

Each hesitant step only emphasised how doomed he was. Why did it have to be him roped into such a situation?

At most, Cirion was an amateur; insignificant ghouls, miniscule dragons—that's what he dealt with. This was a completely different matter altogether!

To state it plainly, he could barely manage his blade. Dealing with inconsequential creatures was his forte, not raging dragon hybrids.

All he needed to do was pray, pray you'd calm down, eventually switch forms, and subdue you. It would be a bonus having you as a human, right?

... Besides, being fried to a crisp wasn't the most appealing idea.