No matter how one looked at it, humanity was screwed.
Now that a Dragon Lord had arrived here, there was no hope for survival in the slightest.
Even if they managed to fend off the Dragon Lord—an impossible feat on its own—this would only alert the other Dragon Lords, which could inevitably spiral into a more devastating situation.
"If we tell the Dragon Lord what he wants, there's a chance he might leave us alone, right? Why don't we go with that?" Lucielle spoke up, her voice oozing with concern.
The bright smile she usually had was gone, and nothing but pure seriousness remained.
She was staring at Adonis, as was everyone who had gathered in a circle. The bodies of their unconscious allies were still laying on the ground, and while Lucielle managed to give them emergency potions, they were yet to gain consciousness.
