Red and Green

The distant sounds of wind, thunder, and rain intertwined, yet this battlefield had grown remarkably quiet. Whether Imperial People, Seleucian People, or cultists of the Dragon Worship Cult, whether humans, dwarves, or Dragonborn, all raised their heads and looked toward the dense storm clouds in the distance.

Even the genuine Green Dragons stretched their necks as far as they could, watching the distance with eager, expectant eyes.

To most Green Dragons, the Lord of the Rotten Swamp was a living legend. Most of them had only heard of that Primeval Green Dragon's fearsome reputation and had rarely seen his true form.

The cultists of the Dragon Worship Cult knelt devoutly on the ground, calling out the Primeval Green Dragon's name and lavishing him with praise, as though they had seen an angel sent by the gods.

"Lord of the Rotten Swamp!"

"Ah, Lord of Shadows, coiled atop the crown of rot."

"Your scales are the ghostly glow of poisonous fungi, your breath the sweet brew of lies. Let the ignorant suffocate among vines, and grind mortal crowns into mud!"

The human side, meanwhile, was exceptionally tense. Sweat streamed down their foreheads and backs, and even their breathing became hurried.

Even veteran soldiers who had fought countless battles, bathed in blood, and crawled out from mountains of human and dragon-beast corpses trembled all over. "Is it really him? The Lord of the Rotten Swamp!"

"On Amanata!"

"He... he isn't going to recreate that massacre, is he?!"

The Lord of the Rotten Swamp, Emerald Scale Poison Mist, Emerald Tyrant—one of Tiamat's most favored offspring, one of the three great divine envoys revered by the Dragon Worship Cult, and ruler of the Green Dragon Sect.

Three years ago, the remaining divine-blooded nobles in northern Seleucia had exhausted every resource, seeking aid from all