Back at the Dragon Palace—
An intense light blazed in the throne room as a massive teleportation rune ignited beneath the marble floor. In the blink of an eye, Drake and his gang materialized. Drake, however, had already reverted to his childish form.
"Man, I was just starting to get used to my mature form," Drake muttered, gazing at his small hands as if they belonged to someone else—a stranger.
[A/N: Even I forgot the guy's still technically a child.]
"System, Drax… is there seriously no way I can grow permanently? This childish form is becoming a full-blown calamity," Drake groaned in defeat.
Ding!
[Host should note that there is no shortcut to success. Please be patient until your body is fully developed.]
When Drake read this, his expression darkened. He clenched his fists, nearly shaking. "What does success have to do with getting a mature body?!" he snapped.
"What about you, Drax?" he asked, looking to his ever-grinning companion.
