The fate of the Gana Continent and all Lizardmen is an ambition that only the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom is qualified to harbor. For the Sand Ridge Clan, it is too extravagant and too distant.
Their only goal is to survive.
Gently lifting her head, Siya gazed at the nearly completed fortress, a bright glimmer flickering in her deep vertical pupils.
"I have a strong premonition that this will become a storm sweeping across the Gana Continent. The annihilation of thirty thousand Armored Dragon Soldiers is just the beginning, even the power the Demon King has displayed is merely the tip of his immense strength."
"The Gana Continent will undergo dramatic changes in his hands. No one will be able to avoid it, we can only try to find a place for ourselves in this storm, to win some space for survival for our Sand Ridge Clan."
Nema was silent for a moment, a faint recognition finally appeared in her eyes. She nodded slightly, returning to her usual cold and calm demeanor.
