Purple flame fades from Dragon's body as he rises from the shell of Haruto's body, stretching long, curved metallic fingers and twisting his long neck back and forth. He gazes down on Nitoh, kneeling and trembling with an emotion Dragon cannot and will not feign the foggiest understanding of.

"Do you think you will be any more of a challenge a second time?" he asks, and summons up his mana, long claws glowing yellow. He can remove Chimaera and his obnoxious host any time he pleases, so perhaps he will play.