A beam of light blazed above Earth, gradually condensing into the shape of a dragon.
In an instant, the dragon plunged from the sky like a meteor, trailing a long tail of flames and a band of light as it suddenly descended upon Earth.
Rumble!
The dragon landed on the surface of the water, arresting nearly all its kinetic energy as it went from motion to stillness.
The next moment, the dragon transformed into the form of an Earth Human. Two horns grew from his head, and he had golden hair, golden eyes, and golden skin. Two translucent golden scales grew on either side of his face. His boots, woven from golden threads, lightly touched the seawater, finally raising faint ripples in circles.
He tilted his head, seemingly observing his surroundings.
A moment later, an impatient voice rang out beside his ear.
"Left, are you done yet? Don't keep His Majesty waiting too long!"
As the voice fell, a young man with black hair, black eyes, and black skin appeared beside him. His body was dotted with crescent-shaped "tattoos."
"Done."
The dragon race member known as Left spoke calmly and indifferently. "The place we're in now is called the Pacific Ocean. It's the largest and deepest ocean on Earth, with the most marginal seas and islands, lying between Asia, Oceania, Antarctica, and North and South America."
"Right, we represent the Dragon Civilization in descending here. We also represent His Majesty's dignity."
"So..."
"Even if victory is assured, we must remain cautious and careful. We cannot make mistakes."
"Otherwise, our deaths would be secondary. Losing His Majesty's dignity would be the truly unforgivable sin."
Hearing this, the young man codenamed Right grew serious.
He pursed his lips, and the crescent tattoo on his eyelid trembled slightly. "Attention! The natives are coming!"