"The pace must be accelerated."
"The Dragon Cult Leader will personally attend this ritual."
The man who spoke was covered from head to toe in dark red scales.
He wore a hooded robe, though the contours visible beneath it revealed pronounced muscle lines.
A long tail also protruded from beneath the hem of his robe.
The one standing beside him immediately pressed for details upon hearing this.
"Grrk!"
"The Dragon Cult Leader entered the void in search of the Dragon Tomb Mystic Realm centuries ago. He only recently reappeared and resumed command of the church headquarters."
"Before that, aside from bringing back two wandering astral dragon hatchlings, he had never shown himself again..."
"Where did this information come from? How come I never heard of it?"
This man's cheeks were puffed up like a toad drawing breath.
Whenever he spoke, he naturally produced a low, croaking resonance.
His iron-blue skin possessed a metallic texture.
His limbs were disproportionately thick, nearly bursting through his clothes.
Neither of them appeared to be pure-blooded humans. Their only shared trait was the conspicuous Dragon-kin Church emblem on their clothing.
As high priests of the church, Blood Red and Resonance each commanded a powerful Apostle Legion.
As the latest rotation in nearly a century, they were responsible for guarding the Dragon Transformation Nest.
This special Prime Material World known as the Endless Continent had been filled with miracles and mysteries since ancient times.
Several Ruins related to the Dragon God remained on the continent, all proving that this world seemed far older than the era in which Io was born.
So old that it could not be traced.
So old that it could not be imagined.
Combined with secrets such as the Chosen Ones and the changing of eras—secrets that were no secret to guardian-level