On the outskirts of Darkmoon City, Blue Wave Lake...
"Just looking at the Demon Realm's moon like this gives me an unbelievable feeling." Pargoris sat on the grass, gazing up at the silvery-white Twin Moons in the sky. "It reminds me of Novak's famous Moon Poem... The cool breeze brushes across your face; I, outside your window, bathe in moonlight and listen to your tranquility."
Rex nodded beside him. Though there was a vast difference in their ages, they had been friends back in the Surface World. Pargoris greatly admired Rex's political abilities and, following his advice, had carried out a series of centralizing reforms in Dragon Valley, further solidifying the Dragon Emperor's position.
"What elegance. It'd be such a waste if you didn't become a money-swindling bard. A dead-end job like Dragon Emperor really doesn't suit you." The discordant voice came from Augulas not far away. Although the two Dragon Emperors had fought shoulder to shoulder without holding back when facing the Abyss, outside of battle, they were natural-born bitter rivals.
Pargoris sneered. "Still better than having someone who loafs around waiting to die. You've been Dragon Emperor for thousands of years, yet Dragon Island is still some minor unaffiliated force."
"That's called being above it all, understand?" Augulas snapped back. "Is Dragon Valley all that strong? Aren't you still clinging to the ** of human powers? And that so-called Dragon Knight Legion—aren't you ** the dignity of the Dragon Race just to bend and scrape? Put bluntly, you're shoving your own faces forward to be used as mounts!"
"Want to fight, Augulas?" Pargoris said darkly. "A brawl or a duel—say the word. If you're scared, you're a grandson!"
"This is the Demon Realm, where dark elements are abundant. A duel would be bullying you too much. Dare to