Especially the first time left the deepest impression on him.
Behind him was a roar like mountains and seas. Below the steps stood Freya in splendid attire. Her face was beautiful, yet an unshakeable sorrow lingered.
Opposite him stood Patrick, whose eyes concealed desire and worry.
"Great Ancestors above!"
Ares spread his arms. Above the temple behind him was a silver dragon carved from the entire mountain peak.
It was both the glorious symbol of the Silver Dragon Clan and the tomb of ancestors through the ages.
With Ares's shout, his body transformed, and a fierce-looking silver dragon appeared below the temple.
Roar!
He roared skyward, and simultaneously, the other silver dragons around him also manifested their true forms, responding to Ares's roar.
The sound spread far and wide, echoing and layering, almost covering the entire world.
