The golden-scaled figure remained seated upon his towering throne, yet his eyes had grown far sharper than before.
The faint echo of the black dragon roar still lingered in the hall like an omen.
Silence ruled the chamber. None of the dragon-scaled beings dared speak carelessly while their ruler was thinking.
At last, the golden-scaled figure slowly raised his head.
His gaze swept across the hall, and the pressure released from that simple movement caused the air to grow heavy.
"Go," he ordered in a calm voice that carried unquestionable authority. "Find the universe from which that true black dragon roar came."
The moment his words fell, the entire hall erupted into motion.
The seated elders rose instantly.
War generals wrapped in crimson scales stepped forward with fierce expressions. Silver-scaled strategists opened ancient maps formed from floating light. Several figures tore open spatial rifts on the spot, preparing to cross cosmic boundaries.
