Black Domain, Cinder Earth Canyon.
The smoke drifting across the sky had yet to settle, and the pungent smell of fierce, fiery breath still filled the air.
A brutal war had just drawn to a close.
The remains of the Alien Races lay scattered across the devastated battlefield.
Dragonwing Race warriors were clearing the battlefield and gathering the remains of their kin.
In one corner of the battlefield, Ji Chen, known to players on the Forum as "Brother Rebirth," stood atop a pile of rubble, his robes untouched by dust.
His gaze rested on a figure covered in wounds nearby, helplessness filling his eyes.
Not far away, Dragonkin knelt on one knee. His dragon scales had shattered in numerous places, flesh curled back from his wounds, and blood soaked his entire body. His once imposing, domineering draconic form was now riddled with injuries.
He was lowering his head and tearing off broken, upturned scales with his bare hands, his movements rough, utterly heedless of his injuries.
"Dragonkin, you're the leader of a race, after all. Do you really have to fight this hard?" Ji Chen finally could not help trying to dissuade him.
At his voice, Dragonkin stopped, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and slowly raised his head. There was no fatigue in his bloodshot draconic eyes, only burning battle intent. He grinned and laughed heartily. "What the hell do you know, brat?"
"The puppet industry is certainly booming right now. We can earn sacrificial power without lifting a finger. But we of the Dragonwing Race are born warriors. Slaughter and conquest run in our blood. All we seek in life is to fight our fill on the battlefield, stake our lives in bloody combat, and unleash all our battle intent."
"If you trapped me in an industrial