A suffocating silence blanketed the obsidian chamber. The white light of Sylvia's War Sun Flame reflected dimly upon the scales of the gigantic chained dragon. A cold aura swept across the skin, carrying an ancient mystic pressure so dense that the Qilin still remained bowed and trembling on the stone floor, not daring to raise its head before the Guardian of the East.
The golden eyes of the Azure Dragon flickered dimly, radiating both the wisdom and the sorrow of thousands of forgotten years. Its gaze shifted from Sylvia's figure toward the small golden cat standing frozen on her shoulder.
'Golden Dragon…' the telepathic voice of the Azure Dragon whispered, resonating deep within Sol's soul. 'This aura… this existence. You are the last seed of the Astral Golden Dragon Clan that once stood beside us before the earth first split.'
