"That geezer dragon hates me."
That was the only conclusion Darius could come to whilst sitting at the highest branch of a tree, looking at the enemies gathered below.
Fortunately none could climb, else he'd be royally f*cked.
Well, he was still royally f*cked anyway, since those things had noticed him and were just waiting for him to either climb down or fall off.
And they wouldn't hesitate to tear him into two.
Now, you might be wondering why he was stuck in a tree rather than fighting those things as he preferred.
And he did try that when he first appeared here, but turns out, he couldn't use the slightest bit of mana.
Or more accurately, his flames refused to respond to him.
"Yeah," Darius muttered, scratching the back of his head as he looked down at the creatures circling the base of the tree, "that geezer definitely hates me."
Below him were dozens of beasts.
