The Grass Dragon and Natsumi walked at a light jog.
Red Peach pulled the stone slab wheelcart, rumbling along behind them.
"Dragon Cypress!"
The Grass Dragon called out, spreading its eight legs wide and lowering its body, peering into the cave through the Starship Rift. Its gaze wandered over the worker ants and soldier ants, finally fixing on the shrunken Dominating Throne.
Dragon Cypress's mind stirred, and the Dominating Throne leapt up, hovered, spun, and changed size—a simple demonstration.
"Where'd you find that?" The Grass Dragon was green with envy. "Pick one up for me too, will you?"
"Sure! I'll keep an eye out. If I find another, I'll give you one."
Dragon Cypress agreed without hesitation.
"...Alright."
The Grass Dragon was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Dragon Cypress Ant King."
Natsumi and Red Peach greeted him.
