When it came to a Dragon's strengths—setting aside Dragon Blood, Dragon Scales, and Dragonhide, since mentioning those was a good way to get incinerated by Dragon Breath—Dragon Language Magic, Dragon Might, and extraordinary physiques were what kept them at the top of the world.
The Dragon Clan's knowledge was innate; casting spells came as easily to them as flapping their wings. Except for White Dragons. Illymoyas had been sneezing sparks of magic since birth, while the thirteen White Dragons at Star-Moon Bay still relied on brute force like mere Dragon Beasts.
Their extraordinary physiques gave them unmatched strength. An ordinary person could hardly kill a member of the Dragon Clan once it had passed infancy. Except for a White Dragon, which might even get caught in a net and stabbed to death with a spear.
Dragon Might also let the Dragon Clan disregard numbers. It terrified any intelligent creature weaker than them, and the greater the gap in strength, the stronger the effect. Creatures with the Dragon Bloodline, such as Kobolds and Gnolls, would even switch sides outright, unless their original master was also a Dragon. Even a White Dragon could frighten a few small animals on the Snowfield.
So when an adolescent Blue Dragon unleashed her Dragon Might ahead of her, the Elementals, being magical creatures, shrugged it off. The people of the Lower Hive, however, were seized by terror and fled in every direction. The Knights grabbed their reins and joined the retreat. Only the skeleton Warriors running among them with a clatter charged into the Earth Elemental formation as if they were kicking rocks.
As for the Mages in the Stronghold, they fled so fast their teammates had no time to react.
A chorus of rapid breathing rose around Annan. They were outside the range of the