The Dragon Lord wanted no part in these muddy waters.
People needed to know their own limits, and so did dragons. Placidusax knew perfectly well that the Dragon Clan was long past its prime.
The Dragon God's departure had taken too much from them—it was not merely the loss of a god, but had also directly led to Bayle's rebellion. From then on, the entire Dragon Clan had never recovered.
The Ancient Dragons who survived that great war might still have been powerful, but their numbers were pitifully small. They were like a few lonely old trees standing in the wilderness, no longer able to sustain a forest.
As for the Flying Dragons... perhaps those under Bayle had been decent. But Bayle was dead, and his finest subordinates had died in the infighting. The Dragon Lord could not have absorbed them into his ranks even if he wanted to.
The handful left could barely serve to pad out the numbers.
The Dragon Clan now only looked powerful. In reality, aside from a few Ancient Dragons, not one of them could shoulder any responsibility. They were nothing but a paper tiger.
And even that was ignoring the deep-seated conflict between Ancient Dragons and Flying Dragons.
It was not as though there were absolutely no powerful Flying Dragons, but they would rather suffer in harsh environments than return to the flock.
He had originally practiced Dragon Communion to avenge the Flying Dragons' rebellion, never imagining that it would now come back to strike him hard.
Those old grudges could not be erased with a single pardon... the Dragon Lord knew that all too well. The Flying Dragons might say nothing, but the scars in their hearts still bled. The Ancient Dragons were even worse. As they watched those traitors fly through their