"Damn humans! How dare you deceive me? Didn't you say they were our allies?!"
The Ancient Green Dragon was in utter wrath, its visage fierce, as a foul, bloody breath surged towards Logan.
In the eyes of these proud five-colored dragons, these cultists were never allies, merely lowly slaves — and slaves who deceive their masters are not worth keeping.
Logan turned pale, his legs shaking, throat convulsing as he swallowed hard: "They... betrayed Her Majesty the Dragon Queen! Anselm, rest assured, I will make them pay!"
He promised with all his might, raising the Dragonhead Scepter, its pupils emitting a chilling light that instantly spread, extending hundreds of meters outward.
At that moment, all humanoid creatures and Dragon Blood Monsters present stopped dead, as if a pause button had been pressed.
