The direct question was like a dagger at her throat, and while the red pupils showed no emotional fluctuations, the refracted light undoubtedly conveyed a threatening and warning hue.
"Depending on your answer, it could determine the life or death of the Dragon Clan."
Fafnir silently swallowed as she was stared down by those terrifyingly calm pupils.
"I want to know, where the future world will head to, in the chaotic era of change, which current should our Dragon Clan follow."
The Dragon Clan had always managed to remain aloof in various conflicts. The mystery behind this, aside from the conveniences of being an Ancient Species and the Dragon Clan's natural disinterest in the Wisdom Species, is their unusually keen and shrewd stance on choosing sides—a point that is vital yet often overlooked.
