Dragon scales, dragon blood, dragon sinew, dragon souls, each worth fortunes beyond counting, each glimmering in the invaders' eyes.
"Draconians, submit to our sect and live! Refuse, and this day becomes the day your race is erased!" some even declared.
Jared stroked the tiny tower hidden in his palm, the gesture almost casual. A razor-thin smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, colder than the steel skies overhead.
Before Jared could speak, Coall could hold back no longer. His roar ripped across the valley, shaking dust from distant cliffs. "Stuff your rotten threats! Mr. Chance won that tower with his own power, nothing to do with you trash! You want the tower? Start by asking my fists for consent!"
Cyanna said nothing. Azure Dragon aura coiled around her slender frame, her cool gaze declaring her stance more loudly than words.
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