Gladius's mission was not only to kill every member of the Frost Dragons Clan, but also to destroy their future generations.
The moment Gladius arrived in these lands, the present and future of the Frost Dragons were sealed.
Sometimes, the thousands of years of history that made up the lives of these ancient dragons, who had fought countless battles, could come to an end in just a few hours.
Perhaps the Frost Dragons could have avoided this fate if they had acted differently, or perhaps it would have happened anyway.
Even if the Frost Dragons hadn't gone up against the Citadel and hadn't attacked the Phantoms at the mountain lake, someone from the Befallen Crown would have come instead of Gladius. The outcome would have been the same.
Step.
Gladius stepped forward as he gazed for a moment at the trembling frost orb. It contained enough power to revive the Frost Dragons Clan. It would take a long time, hundreds of years, but it could happen.
