"We thought that you were at war against the dragons, but only the young ones came," Rain said. "They also come in small groups. Are they looking down on you?"
The atmosphere in the room grew tense in the wake of Rain's words. Despite the fact that he had asked a legitimate question, it was perceived by some as potentially insulting, and this tension hung heavily in the air.
"... it appears so," Josar said after a long sigh. "Now and then, a five-hundred-year-old dragon appears to attack us, and even while holding back, they are basically unstoppable. Many think that they are only sending the greenhorns to make them prove their worth."
"I guess they don't have many ways to do that without fighting each other," Rain said. "What kind of dragons have appeared so far?"
"Fire, water, wind, earth, and ice… they usually evolve or transform after living for five hundred years. It is rare for them to be born on their second stage of power," Josar said.
