Taranis and Evangeline exchanged a confused glance. Nearly thirty percent of Valcyrian's population was kneeling before them. Most of these dragons didn't seem very strong. They were either low-tier cultivators or ones with families.
Taranis's gaze shifted to the familiar figures at the front line. Three men of three different generations but with similar facial features knelt there. One had short white hair and skin loosened by age. The one in the middle had a few strands of white mixed into his emerald hair, while the one on the left was a young man. He had long, untied emerald hair that swayed with the slightest shift in the air. Some strands framed his handsome face, his green, draconic eyes lowered to the floor.
The movement of Taranis's hand on Ume's back stopped, his lips curving into a smile.
He quickly stepped forward and called, "Arthur?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Arthur answered, keeping his head low, still kneeling.
"It's been a long time," Taranis said in an even tone.
