That made sense. Dragon-kin naturally lived for over a thousand years.
Wizard Broadleaf had conquered this plane only a few centuries ago.
Most of the noble Dragon-kin who had enjoyed privileges under the old regime were still alive, while the Resistance Army's upper ranks were practically the remnants of those old nobles. To put it plainly, they had merely used resisting the wizards as a pretext to conveniently purge those "lowly lizards" within their clan whom they had detested for centuries.
Unfortunately, the ten elders' fear of death far exceeded their expectations.
The elders kept delaying the operation with all sorts of excuses, ultimately allowing Wizard Broadleaf to complete all his preparations.
At that thought, Benjamin's expression paused slightly.
He raised his head to look at Wizard Broadleaf, and the streams of data within the vertical eye between his brows quietly converged.
The old wizard still stood where he was, his hands behind his back and his expression calm, as though what was unfolding beneath his feet was not a purge capable of wiping out an entire civilization, but merely an experiment that had long been arranged.
Wizard Broadleaf seemed to notice his gaze. He turned his head to glance at him, the faint smile on his lips carrying deep meaning.
"Now, you understand, don't you?"
Benjamin handed the iron-gray Dragon-kin, sealed up tight, to Wizard Broadleaf.
Wizard Broadleaf raised a hand to receive it. With a slight sweep of his sleeve, he stowed away the heavy body, as casually as if he were putting away an unremarkable piece of luggage.
"What is the ultimate effect of this magic array?" Benjamin asked.
Wizard Broadleaf did not answer immediately. He merely raised his hand and pointed toward the sky overhead.
"Everyone, ascend with me."
Upon hearing this, the dozen or so