"Dragon King..."
Moss listened to the voice coming through the communication crystal and could not help frowning.
With a thought, she accelerated her already-dashing body even further.
Bang!
Almost instantly, Moss landed in front of the fallen group.
She raised her hand and flicked out several streams of Magic Power, using her own resistance to break the Dragon's Might suppressing the others.
"Ha...!"
Rapid gasps rang out at once. The captains suddenly felt the weight lift from their bodies and struggled to their feet one after another.
Only then did Moss finally see what the Dragon King looked like.
At this moment, he was tilting his head back and spreading his arms, as if enjoying his freedom.
Long crimson hair, a refined and powerfully built body, and a loose white robe.
He looks quite a lot like a human...
Moss thought to herself. A few glimmers flashed through her eyes, but unfortunately, she gained nothing.
Behind her, the other captains finally stood up as well.
"...Hah... Healing Spell!"
Leaning on her staff, Ischa struggled to heal the others.
Only then did everyone's complexion improve somewhat.
Rosmote glanced at the Dragon King in the air, who had yet to make a move, and asked hurriedly and weakly:
"So... what is that?"
At his words, everyone turned toward Smote, the old mage. Even Moss withdrew her gaze and looked at him.
"I once read an ancient adventurer's journal. Cough..."
Smote's face was pale. He clutched his chest and coughed several more times.
"There is a rule among the dragons."
"When one Blood Clan is devoured by another, the soul of the Dragon King of the devoured Blood Clan will be split into several pieces..."
"These souls will be sealed within the dependents under its Blood Kin. Normally, they will gradually wear away