Cain and the dragons of the Tiamat Sect stared down the forces of the Sun Church with palpable intensity, their killing intent barely restrained by their discipline and stoic composure. The mere idea of the Sun Church daring to form a coalition, intending to secure the treasures of the Demon King's Castle while excluding them, was enough to boil their blood.
Such a coalition wouldn't just deny them the treasures that could significantly enhance their strength; it would likely push the Moon Cult to side with the Sun Church inside the Primeval World, which could spell doom for any dragon caught in the realm.
Grand Elder Kryos' icy gaze glowed with a power that seemed capable of freezing every particle around him. His voice, cold and calculated, cut through the thick tension. "Loyd, you are indeed wise, playing your cards like the scheming bastard you are."
