The red dragon lurked underground, ether spilling like moonlight over the layered stone carvings.
When Horn and Hilov stepped onto the sandy ground at the bottom of the underground palace, the gravel rustling beneath their feet, Cynthia slowly raised her massive dragon head.
Horn felt the wolf woman clench his hand.
"You and Serafe are quite alike." Compared to the previous ungracious demeanor when meeting Horn, the red dragon now seemed as tranquil as an old lady in a rocking chair.
She rested her chin on her front paws, her golden pupils fixed on Hilov, as if afraid of scaring her.
"I am not like her; I am a beastman."
"Beastmen and dwarves alike are the true owners of this land; you are, we are all creations of us giant dragons."
"Beastmen and dwarves? Are you saying that beastmen and dwarves are the original races of this world?"
"Sort of, it's just that the homeland of the giant dragons had these two races; we just imitated..."
