Siano could clearly sense that this emotion was not directed at him but for the entire Dragon Domain that seemed to be veering off track.
At the same time, a thought that shook his soul flashed through him like lightning—he realized to whom this voice belonged.
Siano took a deep breath of cloud air, forcibly suppressing the volcanic joy and excitement within him, and with the most reverent mindset, he carefully inquired in his heart.
"Is it you, the shared father of the Metal Dragon Race, the great Platinum Dragon God Bahamut?"
"Are you watching over me? Are you communicating with me?"
The voice did not give a clear yes or no answer.
It continued, "The light of order is being corroded, the blade of justice is becoming dull, and my people... are gradually falling into decline."
A brief pause ensued, as if the space and time around Siano congealed, and all things were silenced.
The focus of the divine oracle was entirely concentrated on Siano.
