The gold light was pure and holy, which seemed able to scour every inch of darkness from creation.
Within it coiled the translucent shape of a Golden Dragon, head lifted, eyes vast as sun and moon, surveying every soul below.
The dragon's power was a hundred times greater than the Flame Dragon's. It came from the suppression of a king toward the peasants.
Mid-dive, the Flame Dragon froze as though lightning pinned its wings. Terror, and something close to reverence, widened its eyes.
The Flame Dragon let out a pleading roar and started trembling.
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