"This, what is this?"
Rod was suddenly stunned, unable to imagine such a scene.
Giants, coexisting with humans?
Is there some kind of mistake?
Soon, even more surprising events unfolded, accompanied by a sharp cheer, two enormous shadows rapidly descended from the sky.
Rod looked up and saw two giant dragons.
Living, breathing giant dragons.
Not the terrifying, decayed dragons Rod had seen before.
Their enormous bodies were brimming with strong life force, their skin tight, smooth, and radiant, each dragon claw painted with red paint, their wings adorned with garlands and streamers. As they descended, an invisible force pushed the people below away.
Rod even saw a little child giggling, trying to reach out and touch the massive creature.
The dragon gently pushed it away with the back of its nail, then raised its neck and chanted ancient dragon language.
"The King of Giant Dragons, Carex, sincerely presents a salute for the birth of the new King of Giants, Omir."
