The shine that emanated from Dragarion was rainbow-like, like that of a perfect diamond exposed to brilliant light.
It wasn't just light; it was power made visible, the essence of seven ancient dragons condensed into the body of a single man. The patterns on his skin, normally platinum and blue-green, now danced with all the colors of the spectrum, creating a living kaleidoscope of primordial power.
Each hue represented a different aspect of dragon essence.
There was an enormous number of spectators, almost 50,000.
The response to the call after the announcement of rewards from the new wealth had been surprisingly effective.
There was a large number of unexpected attackers: the Night Faction of the Starweavers had emerged from their traditional 'neutrality', the elder Ashenway factions had joined en masse as well, even adding their doubles and also abandoning neutrality, and even dozens of small factions with minor names who hadn't participated before had answered the call.
