A loud roar quaked like raging thunder brewing in a storm, the gold crimson scaled dragon snarled.
Its teeth bared as it watched its forces be decimated like a horde of mice, armies of his brother and sisters swallowed whole by only a group of twenty.
At this point it was getting ridiculous, who were flame dragons?
They weren't called overlords of the skies and seas for nothing, their draconic lineage was prestigious and noble.
They were kin to the one known as the founders, the Golden Dragon King, they were a species of supreme domination.
With their abilities being so broken, finding someone of the same rank to match them or defeat them was hard.
Their prowess was known even among the ancient species, if they were to rank the ancient races by power, the dragons would sit comfortably at the top ten.
Yet… here it was watching a group of humans overwhelm its kin.
Slaughtered with a frightening efficiency, the dragon leader could see it, these humans…
