Leon finally caught the Brass Dragon.
Actually, the Brass Dragon wanted to feel what Leon's Flame Breath was like, disbelieving that a Flame Breath could have any tricks up its sleeve, and then quickly regretted it. After taking a mouthful of Leon's Samadhi True Fire, it rolled around in the sand and screamed miserably like a slaughtered pig.
But after all, the Brass Dragon was an Adult Dragon. Its scales weren't that fragile, and even after taking a hit of Leon's Samadhi True Fire, there was no sign of shedding, though their color had dimmed a lot, making them look lifeless.
"What's the deal with that fire of yours?" The damage wasn't that great, but the pain was real. The Brass Dragon endured the pain and only heaven knows how curious it was about the Red Dragon's Flame Breath.
"If you ask me, I don't know... If I have to explain, I can only say it's instinctual," Leon shamelessly replied.
