Drezan appeared in a solar system several light-years away from the Federation.
Despite the distance, the confrontation was visible even to planetary-level beings. As a result, many powerful figures from the Federation and other organizations were watching closely.
"Who are you?" Drezan asked first, addressing the man in traditional ancient attire.
"Sword Demon," the man replied calmly.
Beneath him hovered a colossal dragon, dozens of meters tall, floating silently in the vacuum of space. Its folded wings gleamed with golden scales, and its aura was anything but weak.
It was at the galactic level.
"Why are you in Federation territory, and what's your purpose in calling me out?" Drezan asked, expression calm and unreadable.
"You injured one of my own. I've come to repay the debt," Sword Demon responded calmly.
Drezan laughed.
"Ah, that's not balanced. Your 'own' injured three geniuses. That's three to one."
