Deep in Dark Ember City of the Underdark, shrouded year-round in poisonous mist, Lady of Corruption Savivian lay atop a treasure-strewn dais, her eyes half-lidded as she feigned sleep and listened to reports from her capable retainers—when she was interrupted by an ecstatic roar.
"I! The great Schemer, Lord of Screaming Valley, Enemy of Red Dragons, Survivor of Legendary Melees! Kangerweian Modrich, have achieved my own Legendary Destiny as well!
"I! Am the future King of the Dark Realm!!!"
Lady of Corruption had been somewhat displeased at having her council proceedings so abruptly interrupted.
Under normal circumstances, even if it was that hatchling she found most "disagreeable" making such a racket, she would not hesitate to grab him by the tail and give him a vicious beating, then spray his face with phlegm aged over many years—teaching him both sense and a lesson.
Yet after hearing what Kangerweian had roared, even someone as caustic and venomous as Savivian could not stop her expression from easing.
By careful count, her youngest son was only one hundred and ninety-three years old. He was still seven years away from formally entering adulthood, yet he had already achieved legend.
Even among their Black Dragon clan, that barely qualified him as a genius—only the tiniest bit inferior to what she herself had been back then.
Perhaps for the overwhelming majority of Chromatic Dragons, their offspring growing up was utterly irrelevant to them.
Most of them produced descendants only because of the instinct to propagate the next generation. Once the young possessed the most basic ability to survive independently, they were often kicked out of the nest with one foot.
In the eyes of Chromatic Dragons, every second those gluttons remained in the nest consumed their invisible wealth. Worse still, those ungrateful dragons were constantly eyeing