Perhaps... she has already found the right credential.
...
That afternoon, the dragon soul of Goraz Dera was resting in the depths of the lair, using crystal stones filled with lightning elements to restore its divine power, its entire body emitting a restless crackling of electricity.
Several adult Blue Dragons stood cautiously around her, their actions extra careful, fearing they might anger this recently body-lost Thunder Tyrant.
Goraz Dera casually looked up, glancing at the Ancient Blue Dragon not far away: "Keldom, I want to see a fitting body before dawn tomorrow, do you understand?"
"Yes, Great Elder." Keldom lowered his head, maintaining his usual respectful and humble posture, yet vaguely, his eyes turned somewhat sharp, as if he had made some sort of decision.
Goraz Dera nodded slightly, her face full of hatred, about to grind her teeth to dust: "Once I regain my strength, I will definitely take down that arrogant Red Dragon—"
"Boom!"
