Dragon Realm
Episode 2
The snake's neck is curved. Glowing eyes observed the group. A blood-red tongue sticking out momentarily in satisfaction, wonderfully webbed wings stretched out in full glory. Although the light was dim, the golden sheen of the dragon's scaly body complemented the picture of pure majesty, which was suitable for a king of his kind. But there is little record of anything similar to insecurity. Whether others realize it or not, it is hidden in their own minds.
With a hissing sound, yet causing the room itself to tremble slightly, the Golden Dragon spoke.
“Welcome, brothers! Welcome and make this house yours!”
Stretched far away, each rider became blurred, as if they were nothing more than illusions. But they didn't disappear. Instead, they grow; their bodies become like mercury, their shapes spinning. The wings and tail grew, and the arms and legs became claws, rough appendages. The helmet melts into the face of the wearer until they are, in fact, a face. The mouth spread back to the jaw, rows of long and sharp teeth gleaming in dim light. All traces of humanity disappeared within a minute.
The Dragon King Council came to rule.
The Golden Dragon nodded. As emperor, King of Kings, he was happy to see that the others had followed his orders so easily. He spoke again, and this time the smoke came out like he did.
“I'm glad you can do it. I'm afraid some of you might let emotions overwhelm you.” He stared for a moment at the Black Dragon, the king of the evil and deadly Grey Fog.
The Black Dragon did not speak, but its eyes flared.
The Dragon Monarch Emperor turned his attention to his nearby brothers. The Blue Dragon, more sea snakes than land creatures, lowered its head respectfully.
“The council has been summoned due to a request from the ruler of Irillian by the Sea. He recorded a strange incident and wanted to find out if such an event was on his brothers' land. Talk."
“Bring me. Brothers.” He studied his surroundings, especially the Black Dragon. “In the years gone by, my domain was very quiet. The humans remain silent and my clan has a good hatching. ”
This time there was a grunt from the Brown Dragon, who was the ruler of the Barren Land in the southwest. Since the end of the war with the Dragon Master, he had seen his clan wane. Most claimed it was the work of the self-styled Masters, but no one was sure what magic the witches used in their attempt to defeat the Kings. They had caused the Barren Land, but whether they had caused the loss of fertility in the Brown clan was open to speculation in private. Brown is still the toughest fighter.
The Master of Irillian by the Sea ignored the small explosion and continued. “Last-lately, however, things have changed. There's a restlessness—no, it implies too much. There ... feeling. That's all I can call. Not just among humans. It seems to affect others, even the wyverns and little drakes.”
"Hhhh!"
The statement was followed by a bone-chilling cold wave. A hint of frost settled wherever the Ice Dragon's breath had reached. The Golden Dragon looked at him disapprovingly. Gaunt to the point of being a corpse, the Northern Waste king laughed again. Of all the dragons, she is one of the least visible and least loved.
“You became an old dame, brother! The subject always becomes agitated. One simply placed a retaining claw on some and shattered such thoughts. ”
"Speaking of the king of a land more vacant than Brown's."
"Speak the king who knows how to rule!" A snowstorm threatened to erupt from within the Ice Dragon.