The moment the cloak that was half-covering the face was pulled away, the entire stadium gasped for air.
This man bore an exceptionally imposing face, his heroic air sufficient to make anyone overlook his handsomeness; this woman had an exceedingly gorgeous face, so delicate and beautiful that it could capture anyone's gaze.
The Dragon Horns slanting from their foreheads commanded all creatures of the Aegean Continent to only look up to them.
For they were the Seven-Colored Dragon and the Fairy Dragon, two fantastical beings from the Dragon Clan.
The royal guards and palace guards clustered in teams around His Majesty the King and the Pope, encircling the two giants, while all the nobles began to slowly retreat; hardly anyone on the main grandstand did not step back.
Because the Dragon Clan was known in everyone's minds as violent and unpredictable.
