"Where are the dragons?" Muria, who teleported nearly ten thousand remaining humans from Cecil City to Ezreal City, asked as he looked at the somewhat empty sky where only a few gemstone dragons were flying.
During his first rescue, he brought back twenty thousand humans. Then, numerous giant dragons, mainly gemstone dragons and some indifferent Green Bronze and Red Copper Dragons, could be seen soaring in the sky above Ezreal City.
The ancient dragons let the young giant dragons hunt the liches, attracting the attention of the legends of the Undead Council. Of course, this was all voluntary, there was no coercion, as they were all relatives. If they wished to join, they would. If not, they could remain in Ezreal City, acting as mere bystanders.
As for the fate of the humans after killing the liches, it was the same. If the dragons wanted to save them, they would. If not, that was alright too, it all depended on a dragon's preference.
