The dragon was lying on his pile of gold, and his golden reptilian eyes looked unfocused as he carefully read through all four options.
The dragon's eyes were dimly glowing as he read through the great power it offered, 'The first one... To be a messenger of the dragon god doesn't sound weak.
'The power of that divine shielding would grow with a number of worshippers that I can collect, while I can easily buff and heal them. That will make me very hard to kill. With my draconic blood, I could probably transform whole hordes of monsters and animals into my army, which will keep regenerating under my powers.'
The image of a massive horde of draconic beasts and fanatics controlled by his dragon powers, moving like a tsunami, constantly getting empowered and regenerating under the golden light radiating out of the enormous silvery dragon covered in the impenetrable golden barrier of light in the sky appeared in Vesuvius's mind.
