Ever since Hye's appearance in that Hot Zone—fueled by his staggering performance, his unapologetically arrogant speech, and his defiance of established powers—the top races had started digging.
What they unearthed was the trail of his previous meeting with Moth, and the implications were starting to rattle even the most stoic of draconic hearts.
In a massive hall carved from the heart of a dying star, the Dragon elders gathered. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and ancient magic.
"I don't know about any of you, but I heard that human weakling can mass-produce staggering quantities of precious treasures called 'bones'!" one of the Dragons' elders said.
His golden eyes were gleaming with naked greed, and his long, trailing moustache shook with a visible tremor of desire. To a Dragon, the word "treasure" was more than an interest; it was a religious calling.
