To imprison the soul of a quasi-god and conduct experiments and research on it, even the audacious Netheril Empire, known for daring to blaspheme the divine, rarely sees arcanists go to such lengths.
She immediately felt her eyes nearly burst from their sockets, shouting, "No! You can't insult a great Ancient Dragon like this! Not even the most despicable, shameless Gold Dragon would do such a thing!"
"That's not for you to decide. Furthermore—at this point, you're nothing more than a wandering soul. Can you really still be called a 'giant dragon'?" Cassius's lips curled up as he extended his dragon claw, causing rippling patterns in the space around the dragon soul, as if a giant vortex was going to swallow it whole.
Seeing this scene, Goraz Dera could no longer care about dignity, merely kneeling on the ground, shouting in terror, "Cassius! Spare me! I can reveal His Majesty Tiamat's plan to you. I can even tell you all the secrets of apotheosis!"
