The Silver Dragon King found the words incredibly difficult to say, and she was deeply unwilling to say them.
For her, the lofty other half of the Dragon God, to apologize to two lowly Soul Beasts she had once regarded as food was something she would never have even dared imagine before.
Before now, once the Star Dou Great Forest had recovered, she would have led every Soul Beast on the continent without hesitation and unleashed a beast tide, waging war on humanity and reclaiming everything that had once belonged to Soul Beasts.
But she had understood just now: with the Divine Realm—and a God King—keeping an eye on her, the chances of succeeding before she had fully recovered were practically zero.
As long as the two sides' interests did not fundamentally conflict, negotiation was possible. A fight to the death between humans and Soul Beasts would benefit no one.
The Sword of Damocles hung right over her head. In particular, the state of that worm and that turtle had shown her a possibility. As the Lord of Soul Beasts, she felt that setting aside her dignity to win her kind a chance to turn their fortunes around was worth it.
In the Spiritual Sea, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm and the Golden Hawksbill Turtle gazed at each other in silence, but they could both make out the tears in the other's eyes.
To Sky Dream Ice Silkworm and the Golden Hawksbill Turtle, two veteran Soul Beasts who had lived for a million and a hundred thousand years, respectively, what mattered most?
They would answer without hesitation: their own lives.
Dignity? Could you eat it?
But that didn't mean they were willing to give up their dignity...
Would Sky Dream Ice Silkworm let go of his grudge over being imprisoned for