Dragon Hatchery Riot

Seleucia Kingdom, Lynnhawk City.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, rot, and acrid acid. The ground was covered in bloodstains, and many buildings had been reduced to ruins, as though an earthquake had swept through.

Piles of draconic beast droppings and rotting flesh and limbs lay in the corners of the streets, giving off a nauseating stench.

The broad streets were filled with ugly, ferocious-looking Dragonborn. Some had dragon horns growing from their heads, while sparse dark-green scales covered the skin of others. Some wore armor, while others dressed in luxurious robes. They swaggered about with great pomp.

The humans, meanwhile, were mostly dressed in rags and filthy from head to toe. They crept along the corners with lowered heads and bent backs, placing every step with extreme care. They did not even dare step on a Dragonborn's shadow—an offense punishable by whipping for ordinary humans.

When facing true dragons, they lowered their heads even further and knelt trembling in the filthy excrement lining both sides of the road, not daring to so much as look up at them.

This was the rule of the Dragon Worship Cult. Under this brutally harsh hierarchy, mortals had to abandon all dignity and become the most loyal slaves of dragons and Dragonborn if they wished to survive.

Under the escort of Dragonborn guards, Mantou surveyed the surroundings. On the surface, he maintained his arrogant demeanor, but he was secretly sending messages in the group chat.

I'm Going to Eat Mantou: Holy crap, this place is practically hell on earth. There's actually somewhere like this on the Material Plane.

Born Battle Maniac: Yeah. From what I've experienced, the Bronze Fortress in Avernus has a much better environment than this place.

Singo: The Dragon Worship Cult's doctrine is to bring Tiamat back