"My name is Nadal. I wonder if you younger generations still remember me."
The Rock Bone Dragon Nadal didn't leave the Mud Swamp Dragons to speculate. He stepped forward and revealed his identity.
"Lord Nadal! We're saved!"
The Mud Swamp Dragons' historical records had survived intact. They remembered every Rock Dragon from the Necrotic Scourge to the extinction of the Rock Dragon Clan.
Nadal had been a Dragon active during the Necrotic Scourge. His formidable strength had left a deep impression on the Mud Swamp Dragons' ancestors, who had written about him in great detail.
The Rock Dragons had returned, and the Mud Swamp Dragons were overjoyed. They hoped the Rock Bone Dragon Nadal could help them evolve.
"Lord Nadal, what happened to your body?"
According to historical records, Nadal had been an Eighth Rank Dragon.
At the end of the Necrotic Scourge, he had been gravely wounded and beyond help, so he had retreated into the Rock Dragon Tomb to await death.
The Nadal standing before them was only a Mid-Grade Fifth Rank, and he had no trace of flesh and blood. The Mud Swamp Dragon elder wanted to know what state Nadal was in now.
"The Dragon Spirit Guardian in the Dragon Tomb learned that the Rock Dragon Clan had gone extinct and entrusted Oriana with the task of rebuilding it."
The Rock Bone Dragon Nadal solemnly gestured to the Rock Dragon Scepter in Oriana's hand as he introduced her.
"Greetings, Clan Chief!"
The Mud Swamp Dragons turned to look. They recognized the Rock Dragon Clan's scepter.
The last Rock Dragon had taken the scepter into the Dragon Tomb. The Lava Dragon Oriana had received the ancestors' guidance and reclaimed the Rock Dragon's authority.
With the Rock Dragon Scepter and the ancestors' guidance both recognizing her, the Mud