The Holy Sword was probably able to open the barrier right away because its power is also rooted in the natural order, Leon thought.0

There were other matching points as well: a long-lived kind, a personal lair, and the habit of collecting precious metals. Cold sweat slid down the back of his neck. Anyone would react like that. Who could stay calm with a dragon, the strongest race in the world, standing right in front of them?0

“Three hundred years, and you still had the audacity to show your face again. Reincarnated? Possession? Whichever it is, I won’t let you get away.” Albion leaned in until her face was nearly touching Leon’s.0

The face she formed through her polymorph was flawless to the point of eeriness, without the slightest distortion, but Leon had no space in his mind to be captivated by her beauty. A few drops of cold sweat rolled down his temple.0

I can’t move. So this is the legendary Dragon Fear… he thought, feeling a mix of awe and fear. 0

He wanted to step back, but the pressure pouring from her vertically slit eyes refused to allow even that. When faced at close range, Dragon Fear could pin even an Aura Master in place.0

Then, the Holy Sword vibrated. “Hey! Over here, not the kid....0