ZZT-ZZT—BZZT!
ROAR!
The Golden Mecha roared to life. Its golden optics blazed to full brightness—and from its core, the phantom of a domineering lion emerged.
The Mecha shifted its head…
Its gaze is locked on Drake.
Then, in an instant—
It vanished.
BOOM!
It appeared in front of Drake with blinding speed—its massive fist rocketing toward him. Drake responded instantly, his own fist crashing forward. Compared to the Mecha's, his hand looked like a child's... but when their fists collided—
Neither moved.
The ground beneath them caved in from the sheer force of their clash. Shockwaves rippled outwards, yet both stood firm, their power locked in a thunderous stalemate.
Drake's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected this.
For a Mecha to match him in raw physical strength—as a dragon, no less—was unthinkable. With his stats, he knew exactly how powerful he was.
