As the last city fell amid blood and fire, the dragons ruling this country fell silent. They looked at one another, then turned their gazes toward the Platinum Dragon Lord.
"If we act, we can at least save some people from those butchers."
The Platinum Dragon Lord remained expressionless as he answered evenly, "Saving them now does not mean we can save them later. This is a terrible disaster. We must have the resolve to cut off an arm to survive it. At the very least, we have not gained nothing from this one-sided slaughter. The souls of the dead are all in our hands."
"The souls of an entire nation... tens of millions of people, just like that..." A dragon shook his head. He was not a true dragon capable of using Wild Magic, so he could not understand the Platinum Dragon Lord's fixation on souls.
But the Platinum Dragon Lord did not care about such matters. He did not want to watch the statues symbolizing the age of dragon rule shatter beneath the World Eaters' missiles. Turning around, he beat his wings and flew into the sky, with the other dragons following close behind.
The Council State thus became part of the Imperium's territory. Yet life was scarce here. Ninety percent of the demihumans had been slaughtered by the World Eaters, while the few humans had also been ruthlessly executed during their resistance. This nation, whose land area was comparable to that of the human countries, now had only several thousand shell-shocked survivors left. Having witnessed the cruelty of war, they became fanatical supporters of the Imperium of Man. Those who still harbored thoughts of resistance were sent into factories by the Adeptus Mechanicus, transformed into servitors, and thrown into endless, grueling production.
The World Eaters did not