Scripps felt a new power coursing through his body.
It was no longer pure Shadow Energy, but Dark Gold Divine Might of a higher order, blending Annihilation and order.
He could feel an unprecedented connection to the very concept of "dragon."
It was as though every dragon in the world had become an extension of his senses.
With a single thought, he could sense where they were and even influence their wills.
"Go."
Qin Chuan's calm voice sounded in his mind.
"Bring every Dragonkin that has descended upon Blue Star to Magic City to see me."
"As you command, my lord."
Scripps answered. Qin Chuan's figure was reflected in his Dark Gold eyes.
He raised his mountain-sized head toward the sky and opened his enormous jaws, which were covered in Annihilation Runes.
A dragon's roar rose from his throat.
Yet it made no sound.
It did not travel through the air. On the level of law itself, it reached directly into the bloodlines and souls of every Dragonkin on Blue Star.
It was an absolute command from a superior being, one they could not defy.
In the ruins of a fallen ancient city in Europe, a crimson dragon more than fifty meters long dozed atop what had once been a church spire.
Beneath him lay a mountain of treasure, Gold Coins and jewels glittering in the sunlight.
Suddenly, the sleeping dragon snapped open his lava-like slit eyes.
A shudder from the depths of his bloodline set his massive body trembling beyond his control.
It was not fear. It was the instinct to present himself before a king.
A precise location appeared in his mind, along with an irresistible command: go and submit.
The crimson dragon let out an agitated growl. He glanced at the treasure he had worked so