"From this moment on, you are under the protection of Master Cosmos."
Shenlong, the Green Serpentine Dragon, spoke these words with a radiant smile.
To those who didn't knew what he did, it looked like a smile of benevolence. To those who knew the nature of power, it was the smile of a conqueror who had just planted his flag.
The eighty Elders of the Council sat in stunned silence. The pressure of the Green Dragon aura still lingered in the air, pressing against their chests like a physical weight.
However, skepticism is a weed that grows deep in the hearts of the old.
"But..." a rasping voice broke the silence.
It was Elder Tesser, a being of living crystal and the oldest among them. His facets shimmered with unease.
