"Are you sure?" another leader asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Absolutely sure?"
"Absolutely sure." The young man replied quickly, gesturing toward the companions behind him.
"We all saw the beast. And we felt the draconic pressure described in the ancient legends, that sensation that something superior is watching you, judging you."
The leaders immediately looked toward the other survivors from the same group. One by one, the disciples quickly nodded.
Confirming it.
That was real.
For a moment, even the four leaders fell silent.
Their eyes met. Silent messages were exchanged.
Five-Horned Lava Lizard.
An ancient beast. A creature considered practically extinct, even within the Inner Area of the Great Volcano.
Its draconic blood made every part of its body possess absurd value.
Scales capable of resisting blows from powerful cultivators. Bones as hard as refined steel, perfect for forging high-level weapons. Blood overflowing with vital essence.
