The other Chromatic Dragons sneered at the Primordial White Dragon idly swiping his claws in the courtyard. With a vampire of that stature, they were surely up above, keeping their bloodline's progenitor company! Vampires were like that—if their ancestor died, none of the descendants beneath them could survive.
So they would inevitably have to fight desperately alongside the Duchess.
The castle walls were quite thick, and special materials were probably layered within them, weakening much of Bahamut's sonic magic... Though the Platinum Dragon God's main target was the battlefield above, they were not completely unaffected.
Arauthator must have gone mad from gaining nothing at all, which was why he had run into the courtyard, where the sound was even more terrifying!
No one doubted this White Dragon, famous for his ability to lie low... To be honest, there had been countless wars involving Gods in the northern regions of Faerûn. So many dragons had made a fortune from them, not only establishing their reputations and claiming vast territories, but also living comfortably off that wealth to this day.
Only Arauthator had already been from the Primordial era when he first appeared... Before that, he had stayed in the impoverished Spine of the World, where apart from tricking a few Half-Orcs, he had not even devoured the barbarians of Icewind Dale.
Even after he began carrying out a dragon's proper duties... robbery, this Primordial White Dragon, famous for his laziness, probably had not even visited Neverwinter beyond the lands around the Spine of the World!
He had merely collected tolls from caravans traveling along the Icewind Trail!
If he had not taken the White Dragon Queen, renowned for both her temper and reputation, as his mate, dragons from many other regions probably would not even have known who he was.
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