Arad was sitting in the large reception hall of the main keep, faced with Kinryuu. "The copper dragon was Valromdor, a former bombarding sweeper. His job was to fly down and blast the ranks of the Chromatics with explosive magic. The last time I saw him was three hundred years ago, when he dropped to the ground after getting hit with a blast to the head."
Kinryuu looked at the papers in front of him and sighed, "His brain was scattered like rain. At that time, he was a great wyrm, and I thought we lost him."
Arad frowned with both of his hands crossed, "So he found a hole to crawl into and survived the fatal wound, by surpassing death and becoming an elder."
"I don't know if that can be possible. The death that dragons need to surpass to become elders is natural death, not being killed."
