They gradually became accustomed to this restraint, seeing it as a compulsory course in survival and growth.
"Not bad."
White Dragon Trish maintained her lofty demeanor, her tone carrying a hint of condescending praise.
"It seems that after all these 'cordial' exchanges, you two little brats have fully recognized your humble ecological niche in this valley, in front of the great Pale Wings."
Black Dragon Seraphina extended her dark red tongue, slowly licking the Dragon Blood seeping from a deep, bone-revealing wound on her arm.
She lifted her deep dark Dragon Eyes, looking toward the White Dragon.
"When Heryam and Kahill awaken from their slumber, their Power will advance further." Her hoarse voice paused slightly before continuing, "Noble Pale Wings, I hope you can maintain this enthusiasm and personally engage us in combat training."
"I very much look forward to witnessing your heroic bearing as you face off against us four dragons and defeat and insult us."
