At the instant the volcano erupted, David, who had been drifting carelessly on the sea's surface, acting fearlessly as bait to fish for Elves, suddenly perked up.
Although he suspected it was most likely the work of his own Dragon Mother, the sheer magnitude of the disturbance still compelled him to turn and glance over his shoulder.
And with that look, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
Ah, is all this really necessary just to deal with a few High Elf ships? Really, this is overkill, Mom!
Though his words were a humblebrag, seeing his newly acknowledged Dragon Mother stepping up for him like this filled him with a secret sense of satisfaction.
As millions of cubic meters of volcanic ash were hurled into the atmosphere, the sky darkened at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if a giant black hand had swiftly covered the sun. The sea breeze turned unusually oppressive, filled with a heavy solemnity.
