Tonight's Mo Pass City is anything but quiet, with primal restlessness everywhere.
It's not just because tomorrow marks the ritual of epoch change, but also because there will be a feast for every brave dragon.
The flesh and blood of the deceased strong are limited; only the brave are qualified to partake.
Those who have qualified can choose to wait quietly for the ritual to end and greet the next epoch in their lives as dragons.
Or they can choose to ascend to the Dragon Fighting Arena, under the gaze of bloodthirsty spectators, to become victors who feast on blood.
Or become part of the feast.
"Are you going?" In the street-side meat shop, a yellow Tyrannosaurus gnaws on a grilled dragon head dish, vaguely asking its companion beside it.
"No, I'm just a scholar, unlike you all who have such strength." The green Stegosaurus shook its head and then ignored its boss, starting to sharpen its sword tail.
