"At the time, every race felt unwilling to accept it. But what good was unwillingness? The gap between both sides was simply too great. It was the same for the Titan Serpents and the dragons—they viewed all the lesser races as nothing more than ants... Under those circumstances, one race rose up: the dwarves. Masters of forging, they created dragon-slaying ballistae! These terrifying weapons could wound even a Dragon King, and the dragons began to panic. They started hunting the dwarves with all their strength. At the same time, humanity obtained some of the dwarves' forging techniques and created dragon-slaying swords, dragon-slaying blades, and dragon-slaying spears. Though they were less powerful than the dwarves' originals, they existed in great numbers. That was when tales of dragon slaying began to spread across the world. In the end, the dragons began signing agreements with the various races... The dragons would no longer enslave other races, but likewise, any race that openly declared war on dragons would face an attack from the entire dragon race." Azshara glanced at the piece of snakeskin in Li's hand. "Later, when the dragons went to war with the Gaia Giant Serpents, the records I saw described the King of the Gaia Giant Serpents, Leviathan, as white with gray throughout its body, marked by thin black lines."
Li nearly froze in shock upon hearing Azshara's final sentence.
That was right. If, as Azshara had said, that powerful being capable of facing the Dragon Race's entire high-end force had merely been white with gray, with thin black lines across its body, then what exactly was the skin in his hand?
Only tiny flecks of black remained on it. Most of it was already nearly pure white—and this was skin it had shed before, not its current state. If that