404 A Sword on the Ground 5yr

Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio

"Mordy, how many times have I told you that you must be careful with the dragon breath?" Naberius was out of breath. "If Uncle didn't complete the symphony of predestination two days ago, I would have died from that."
"Oh…" Mordred nodded, half understanding, creating a gust of wind.
Before Naberius was a menacing beast. It had its back to the sun and cast a terrifying shadow. Countless scales glinted with cold light like blades. When it spoke, it spat out sulfur and fire, creating gales of wind and sparks. It was a giant black dragon!
"Thankfully I just completed the symphony. I really would've died." Naberius raised his mostly-complete left hand and climbed up the dragon from the nose and head. He stabbed himself. Looking at his riddled body, he could not help but feel sad.
"Since when did grandmasters die so easily? Seems like it's still better to hurry and create 'Legend.' Being a scepter is much more reliable. Ah, let's go. Hurry!" he urged. "Remember to eat all the evidence."