The Black Dragon resides on the fringes of civilization, in those swamps where friction often occurs.
Leon dislikes going to such places. The last time he went to the swamps near Watchtower Port to cause trouble for a Black Dragon to expand his territory, the dragon somehow noticed in advance and slipped away. As a result, this was his first time seeing a Black Dragon in many years.
Deeply sunken eye sockets and conspicuous open nostrils, curved and segmented horns, and skin around the cheekbones that looked as if it had been corroded by strong acid, leaving only a thin layer of skin... calling it a Skull Dragon wasn't wrong.
"An Ancient Black Dragon?" Tassera landed next to Leon, her expression grave.
A Black Dragon, second to last among the Colorful Dragons, is not worth mentioning, but an Ancient Black Dragon that's lived for thousands of years is another story.
"This young lady has good eyes," Delaguna said in an unpleasant voice. "I am Delaguna."
