Standing in the shadowy hall of the Druid Guild, the mysterious guild president, who seemed to have aged considerably in an instant, stared expressionlessly at the flickering magic lamp.
"The ceremony over there should have started by now, shouldn't it?" he murmured to himself as he gazed at the lamp.
"Even if they have a god's protection and I can't fight them openly, will I admit defeat?" His voice echoed through the empty hall. Though quiet, it carried an unmistakable resolve.
"No."
"Yes, I will never admit defeat."
"Romon, so what if you've founded a guild? My guild is still here. This struggle isn't over. It's far from over."
With a cold sneer, he raised his hand and struck the magic lamp before him. With a crash, the shining lamp fell to the floor, its light glittering across the ground...
"Boom!"
At that same moment, countless fireworks shot into the sky above Far-Sail Port.
For a moment, the blue sky seemed to become a beautiful painting. The brilliant light made the city below look even more joyous and lively.
"Wow, how beautiful! Look, they're setting off fireworks over there too! They're dragons! Dragons!"
The people below gazed up at the beautiful patterns in the sky. When another new kind of magical firework soared overhead, they discovered to their astonishment that this time, the images were dragons!
Dragons of every kind appeared in the sky, circling endlessly as they looked down upon the spectators below!
Cries of wonder rose one after another from every corner of the city.
Many knowledgeable spectators pointed out the different shapes. "That's a Bronze Dragon, that's an Ironback Dragon, that's a Silver Dragon, that's a White Dragon, that's a Red Dragon..."
*Every time I see something like this, I feel as though two eras are overlapping.