Raven carefully examined the object he had found amidst the broken pieces of the Dragon Statue. It was a small, intricately designed amulet, glowing with a faint golden light.
The King of Draconia watched Raven with frustration. "You fool, do you even know what you did?"
Raven gazed at the small pendant, that was a rare item that only dragons possessed.
It had two functions. The first was that it contained a drop of blood essence of a real dragon.
The blood essence could give any mortal a partial dragon bloodline, increasing their strength by a large amount.
However, that wasn't the use that Raven was after. He was after its second use. A use that was much more useful for him.
For him, the pendant was no different than God's blood.
He had long managed to take a few vials of God's Blood from the Frozen Mountain. He had run out of them a long time ago.
