The Dragon Tribe had possessed the precious magical tool known as the Divine Dragon Matrix for at least 500,000 years.
During this long period, the tribe had used it nearly a thousand times. In every prediction the tool made, whatever it showed always came true in the end.
Even when someone tried to change their own destiny, the essence of the prediction came true, even if in a slightly different way.
Vicente looked at the First Elder in silence, taking the old dragon's comment as a concern for him, not an attempt to discourage him.
"Even if that's the case, I'll try to do things differently. What I can't do is act exactly as I planned before." He stood up under the scrutiny of the First Elder.
"But have you seen your pentagrams?" The old dragon asked after a sigh of disappointment, seeing that things would not be easy for either of them.
"I've only seen one."
