In the Endless Void, a grand army led by the Dragon God kneels in submission to a dragon and a phoenix, their grandeur akin to a brilliant sky full of Western Dragons.
This scene became a nightmare Vivian could never forget.
In her mind, Western Dragons were undoubtedly a proud race.
One could kill a dragon with ease, but could never make it bow its head.
The recent vision, though a silent film, was extremely clear to Vivian,
The Dragons present expressed sincere obedience, some even with a hint of fervor.
"This feeling is, as if... as if our Dragon Clan are servants."
Absurd thoughts surfaced once more; Vivian didn't want to admit it, but the facts seemed obvious.
"Great Dragon God, please tell your subjects."
What exactly is the relationship between the Western Dragon Clan and the dragon and phoenix mythical beasts?
Where did the forebears go?
The infinite numbers, the solemn expressions, the army-like formations...
