Winter of Death has always wanted to join the battle, but his parents forbade him from participating, leaving him to secretly watch from afar.
"Sigh, it's so boring, playing with Death Leng was much more interesting back then..."
Buzz...
A strange sound echoed, followed by a dragon roar piercing the sky.
Winter of Death looked towards the sound and saw a massive stone gate looming over True King Mountain nearby.
Ancient and desolate.
The True King's Gate has descended.
The True King calls.
Winter of Death laughed shrilly, nearly laughing like a pig.
"His Majesty Zhoutian Jihan calls upon the Dragon Race! Shield His Majesty! Defeat the True King's enemies!"
Ignoring his parents' warnings, Winter of Death flapped his wings and headed directly towards the True King's Gate.
