He saw a Gold Dragon, retired from the Claw of Justice, wailing as it flew out of the Dragon Nest. It knocked over a group of Metal Dragons 'spectating' outside the nest, sending them scattering across the sacred, snow-covered ground like bowling pins.
The previously worried Ronatas finally recovered from his astonishment and shock.
Although he didn't know what those two youngsters, Attilicia and David, had done this time, it was at least satisfying.
He'd had enough of those old dragons for a long time.
When he was young and first entered the Dragon Court, he too had fantasized about doing something for Dragon Island, about changing something.
But in the end, apart from the endless interpretation of divine oracles, it seemed he could do nothing.
"Ronatas, did your Dragon Nest just explode?" a Gold Dragon colleague couldn't help but ask.
