With the sacrifice of the Fire of Life, the scarlet blood flame whooshed and soared, as an image was born from the dancing flames.
Through the high hills in the forest, there were groups of warriors, strong, perfect, and resolute, even though their bodies were all shrouded under peculiar armor.
There was a dragon that looked petite compared to the Demon Dragon, but its black scale armor was more transparent than a whole block of obsidian, unlike the dragons of Valerian whose scales always had various colors, yet on closer inspection, were still coarse.
This dragon appeared so perfect that compared to the Valerian Demon Dragons, it seemed more like the Dragon God incarnate mentioned by the Dragon Kings of Valerian.
