There was no hesitation.
"Claudius Regner..."
"Aurelian Liliana..."
The two titans of the Dragon's Nest, almost in unison, turned toward Lin Ye and performed the highest rite of the Dragon Race. They stretched their four claws out flat, then bowed their massive heads, pressing them deep into the ground.
"We pay homage to the Progenitor!"
WHOOSH—
As their two leaders submitted, the hundreds of thousands of dragons present, who had been writhing in agony from the ringing sound, fell like fields of scythed wheat. In perfect unison, they offered their most devout prostration toward Lin Ye!
A torrent of thoughts, like a mountain collapsing into a tsunami, merged into a single sentence.
"We pay homage to the Progenitor!"
Only Augustus trembled violently, his wizened old face a mask of utter disbelief and terror.
"No... You... You're not the Progenitor..."
His legs grew weak, his knees buckling against his will.
