The Golden Dragon's Intentions

"Golazdra is dead! The Blue Dragon Cult is finished! Golazdra is dead, and the Blue Dragon Cult is finished!"

"Praise the Embers of the Burned Emperor!"

A fierce wave of cheers erupted from the allied positions. Like a raging tide, it spread wildly across the vast battlefield.

Humans, dragons, Dragonborn, and Evil Dragon Descendants alike all looked skyward, toward the imposing Red Dragon sprawled atop the yellow sands, grievously wounded with bone and organs exposed. Their eyes held shock, terror, or reverence.

Beneath the Red Dragon lay ash drifting through the sky and wreckage scattered everywhere. A few deep-blue scales, burned black yet gleaming, could still be seen amid the sand.

To the countless mortal creatures watching, Golazdra, the Thunder Tyrant who ruled the desert, had died just like that—slain by the Red Dragon Emperor's terrifying dragon breath, without even leaving behind an intact corpse.

Even the Five-Colored Dragon Queen's personal intervention had failed to prevent the Emperor from killing the Great Wyrm Blue Dragon.

What unimaginable power!

Could this Red Dragon Emperor truly be invincible?

After Golazdra's death, the Dragon Worship cultists collapsed. Even the Blue Dragon Descendants who had feared no death scattered like frightened birds and beasts, fleeing in great numbers.

"That's impossible!"

"Lord Golazdra isn't dead! She's an immortal demigod!" An Evil Dragon Priest wore a hideous, twisted expression. His scales stood on end, electric arcs coiled around his body, and he waved the Dragon Head Scepter as though he had gone mad.

Bolts of lightning burst from his scepter and struck indiscriminately at nearby creatures. He spared not even the other Dragon Worship Cult believers; powerful currents charred the Dragonborn in deep-blue robes into blackened corpses.

But soon, a scorching stream of golden-red flame descended from the sky and swallowed the Evil Dragon Priest whole,