This ancient Dragon Language voice does not carry the force of an order, yet as it echoes, it becomes an irresistible command.
All the Giant Dragons froze in their retreat because that pair of red halos regarded all beings as equal.
That also meant it was issuing orders not only to Storm Titan Dalia but to all creatures.
I hereby command, you must obey.
"Roar, Dragon Emperor, Karon Gogomola,"
"This is the King of the Five-Color Dragons, Master of the Northern Dragon Group, the Red Monarch of the Earth and Wasteland,"
"Supreme Ruler of the Golden Empire, the mightiest of the Northern Dragon Group!"
"So should we submit?"
The Five-Color Dragons roared tumultuously, the rebellious nature of the Evil Dragon Blood urged them to defy the commands of this Shadow Dragon.
But a sense of fear like thorns on their back seemed to clutch at the Evil Dragon Blood within them, coldly watching every evil dragon's will that dared to emerge.
