Dorlan Star.
Inside a certain prison.
In a completely sealed room, the bright incandescent light shone as bright as day, illuminating everything.
Inside the rows of cells.
One by one, Dragon People, standing three or four meters tall with somewhat fierce faces, were imprisoned within.
Some of these Dragon People lay bored on the wooden beds, while others sat upright on a wooden chair, their expressions either gloomy or resentful, staring at the passageway.
There.
A Dorlan Star People wearing a Guard Uniform looked at them with a sneer:
"You bunch of Dorlan Star trash! Regretting it now? Regretting betraying the Dorlan Star People, betraying your own country and planet?
You disgraceful Dorlan Star scum!
You should all have your souls extracted directly, used to light the sky lantern!
Alas... Alas... there's always some traitor protecting you.
But your future will surely remain here forever, until you die of old age!
Regret your actions for a lifetime! You scum!"
