"It's me! Ares Halvard! Stop your offense, Nereus!" Ares rebuked indignantly, he performed a leap maneuver in the air, avoiding the fury of Nereus who charged at him blindly. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Ares' eyebrows dipped sharply. His jaw set in irritation. Aravell's elders, whose age was not far from his, sometimes acted childishly and tantrums like this. The seven sacred dragons guarding Aravell, they were demigods.
He had no idea what was bothering Brisa Nereus to take out her rage on Ares.
Nereus scowled, the purple-eyed white coatyl dragon was really raging over something. Reluctant to hear Ares' words, her jaws opened wide—spewing blue flames that chased Ares.
Ares extended the black dragon wings on his back, forming a shield, and shielded himself from Nereus' blasts of blue fire.
