The Molten Fire Dragon fell in battle, and Grand Duke Fritz died of fright!
Hearing this thunderous news, both Russell and King Ares were stunned. Though human dynasties had changed frequently throughout the five-thousand-year Warm Era, those were merely accounts in history books. No one had truly witnessed the fall of a nation.
Yet now, the Molten Fire Grand Duchy had reached its end.
Once a dragon fell in battle, the volcano would no longer have the power to sustain itself. At most ten years, at least three to five, and it would be completely extinguished.
Once the volcano went out, the Warm Land of the entire Volcanic Oasis, as well as the Warm Enclave that depended on the Volcanic Oasis for survival, would be frozen over by the snowfields once more. The lives on this land would likewise be destroyed with the volcano's extinction.
Unless.
A new dragon erupted anew within this extinguished volcano.
But that was only a hypothesis the Shadowflame Dragon had once proposed. Whether it could succeed was unknown; at the very least, there had been no such record in history.
Russell lowered his head and slowly spread open his left hand. Only a faint wisp of flame remained on the M-shaped Mark. Little Dream Dragon would awaken soon.
"Snowcake, which volcano will you erupt from?" A thought suddenly sprang into Russell's mind. If it was possible, Snowcake could erupt from the remains of Molten Fire Volcano and restore everything in this nation.
But he quickly snuffed out that thought.
Erupting from the remains of a volcano was only a hypothesis. Moreover, Little Dream Dragon's volcanic eruption might not be something that could be controlled by human will, choosing wherever it wanted to erupt. Besides, the Molten Fire Grand Duchy was too far from the Shadowflame