"No one will agree that those nobles can survive in this world. We are the Gogomola Dragon Group; we created the Golden Empire. No one can survive after offending us!"
Holister nodded, watching batch after batch of ships beginning to arrive on the sea below Lonely Cliff. He knew it was time for him to leave.
"Then I will tell those nobles to prepare a fine coffin for themselves!" Holister said with a smile as he walked down from the mountain top.
Sometimes, just a turn marks the end of an era — the Brass Dragon felt it would witness the start of another era at the foot of the mountain top.
Perhaps those kings had already arrived, but remained hesitant, and thus did not show themselves.
But when ships bearing the Frost Giant King's banner sailed to the island's temporary harbor, ships with other kings' flags also emerged one by one from the distant sea.
