In Ramsgate, the central holy land of the Half-Dragon tribe on the Graylight Wasteland, a sleeping Red Dragon opened his eyes. He shrank his body, transformed into human form, and reached out to catch the Spear of Kailoxi hurtling through the air.
Through the images transmitted by the Spirit of Legend, he saw Archibald's death in battle.
"You have not disgraced the rank of general I bestowed upon you."
The next moment, Amros, the Legendary Intermediate Red Dragon, raised a hand and grabbed a Half-Dragon Mage out of thin air, pulling him into the cave.
The Half-Dragon Mage dropped to both knees and bowed his head. "Greetings, Lord Amros."
"Starting today, you will succeed Archibald as one of the Eight Guardian Generals."
"Take command of his forces."
"Yes, Lord Amros." The Half-Dragon Mage pressed his head to the ground and answered loudly.
"Leave."
Seeing this, the Half-Dragon Mage lowered his head and departed the mountain cave, not daring to glimpse the treasures within.
Amros lowered his head and looked at the Spear of Kailoxi. Seeing the missing piece on it, he said nothing. He stored it in the Dragon Scale Space, returned to his true form, sprawled atop a mountain of Gold Coins, and went back to sleep.
There was an agreement between the Graylight Wasteland and the Ilia Kingdom: neither side's Legends could take action. Naturally, he would not break that rule.
Besides, more importantly, there was a human he could not defeat.
For now, he intended to outlive the other party. If he could not, then he would simply pretend this grudge had never existed.
As a Red Dragon, treasure was what mattered most to him. If he had the ability to handle other matters, then naturally he would do so. If not, he would treat them as