At the Dragon Tower, as the first hazy light emerged from the horizon, Westheid, Reiya, and Yolanda were already in the High Court inspecting the assembled subordinates.
Following the mobilization order, all the elite Dragon Race members under Scorching Wings from across the Kepal Plain had gathered. At every moment, the whistle of dragon wings echoed from the skies above the tower.
As the Silver-haired Dragon Lady passed through the High Court, all, whether Giant Dragon or Dragon Descendant, prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing respectfully.
"Your Highness."
"Your Eminence."
"Venerable Reiya..."
Walking along, they heard these titles so often their ears were starting to go numb. Westheid noticed Reiya's somewhat peculiar expression and couldn't help but ask:
"What's wrong? Not used to it?"
"...It just feels a little strange."
