"The Church, which takes Faith as its creed, deceives people's minds, transforms them into domesticated beings, into cattle and sheep that kneel and beg for life, dying in ignorance and pain."
"They see us as soulless walking corpses, tightly controlling us, constantly reinforcing the cages, allowing no one to escape, tolerating no one to question."
"Upon this vast and boundless sea, we can only be the most lowly ants..."
"The root of all this lies in power."
In the Golden Curtain, a massive Magma Sub-dragon, with only half a dragon's body and a serpent's lower half, crouched on the high platform.
A part of his chest was missing, seemingly where a Dragon Scale belonged.
At this moment, he clenched his dragon claws, his voice calm yet carrying defiance.
"In this world where bloodlines reign supreme, race determines everything."
