The Breathing Disaster
The breathing disaster.
A dragon.
Or rather, a being known as a dragon… a creature whose power alone rivaled that of an entire nation.
Its hide was so tough that swords and arrows couldn’t even scratch it, and its breath could incinerate entire regions.
Since their native language was literally rune script, they were beings who could overwhelm even archmages who had lived for hundreds of years in the field of magic.
However, in the novel I had possessed, The Biography of Lord Eyaje, dragons never appeared.
It was clearly a world setting where dragons weren’t mentioned even once…
Thud. Thud.
“Krrk! Kyaak!”
What on earth was this… winged lizard standing in front of me?
“Krrk… *cough cough.*”
Fwoosh.
“Hey. Breathe! You have to breathe!”
A lizard that was choking on its own breath… one that couldn’t even breathe properly.
…This couldn’t actually be a real dragon, right?