The meeting of the Dragon Group was supposed to end in a lively atmosphere, but Chief Maid Charlize quietly paced under the throne of the Red Dragon, softly reporting news, causing the Red Dragon, coiling its body, to slightly furrow its brow decorated with scales as fine as tiny gemstones.
"Someone seeks an audience? At this time?"
Karon repressed a bit of agitation and annoyance in his heart, gently smoothing the furrow in his brow with claws as if forged from steel.
Even though Dragon Blood could no longer easily affect Karon, every creature has a certain tolerance for repetitive work and behaviors.
Moreover, upon waking from slumber, the vast Power of Heart Energy accumulated combined with his bloodline source to birth an innate instinct calling to him.
It called upon this Ancestral Red Dragon to, with unmatched power, tear apart one by one these weak yet slightly beneficial Giant Dragons before him, treating them as his prey.
