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Nobles, kings, and even emperors couldn't do anything but keep their heads low as they were packed into a single massive chamber. The silver statue of a dragon in its center reminds them of their armies that burned under the onslaught of the draconic monsters.
'How could this happen? We have survived the demons and even the inquisition of the fanatical angel only to be beaten by fucking race that should have been long dead.' Duke Carlos could only keep his frustration to himself as he was weak and unable to resist the might of the immortal race.
The atmosphere in the room hall was heavy, as no one knew what would happen.
The armored guards of the kobolds, in their heavy armor and armed with the enchanted polearms, stood unmovingly like statues all around the walls.
"Welcome to the new world!" A woman's voice boomed across the room, bringing everyone's attention to her.
She stood there in her red dress and black hair, smiling at their fate.
