Once the flames over the Lorath Isles had subsided, Ozarion discovered that Lorath had become an ideal dragon's lair.
The scorching volcano that had suddenly appeared drew in the surging magical energy within the Lorath Labyrinth. After passing through the island's towering weirwoods, it slowly transformed into exceptionally pure magical energy.
Even the mighty dragon Sol and Ozarion, the most magically gifted of the great Danyla's offspring, could feel the magical energy within them growing rapidly with every passing moment. Ozarion immediately decided to claim the islands.
"Skree~"
"Chirr~"
"Raa~"
Just then, several dragon cries suddenly sounded from the south. Ozarion looked up and saw five subadult dragons, each already more than twenty meters long, flying toward him.
For some unknown reason, Ozarion felt a strangely familiar bond with these dragons.
After arriving, all five dragons obediently settled beside Sol and showed their submission.
These were Oserion's five companion dragons, now free of the control that Valyria's Fourteen Flames had long held over them. Like the other dragons returning to their masters, they had come here specifically to find their own.
Ozarion had been worrying about how to occupy the Lorath Isles, but with these five dragons, that was no longer a concern. With them guarding the islands, no power would dare lay claim to them.
Ozarion stood at the edge of the crater, gazing down at the churning magical lava below. The five subadult dragons surrounded him, their scales gleaming brilliantly in the firelight.
Sol lay coiled at the highest point, his dark-gold slit pupils surveying this newborn domain.
"This will become our foundation."
Ozarion spoke softly, his slender fingers stroking the bridge of a copper-red dragon's snout. The dragon affectionately nuzzled his palm, a low rumble rising from his throat.
Each of Ozarion's five companion dragons had distinctive