At the end, he took a deep breath, and a hint of despair showed in his eyes, filled with sorrow and anger.
"I think... Hell couldn't be much worse than this."
Cassius was well aware of the rule of the five-colored dragons. In the narrow vertical pupils of these cruel, tyrannical, and short-sighted lords, these weak humans didn't even count as livestock; at most, they were considered a piece of juicy moving meat.
They'd take a bite when hungry, not to fill their stomachs, but to savor the wails of the weak, the thrill of destruction.
Tiamat was not such a short-sighted deity, but it was difficult for Her to reign in these evil five-colored dragons. Moreover, for Her, the most important thing was always one thing—escaping Hell and descending into the Material Plane.
In this way, She could reign over Fianso with a divine body, becoming the supreme ruler here, restoring the glory of ancient dragons.
