Ever since Dragon Island was sealed, no Ancestral Dragons or Dragon Kings had appeared. Endless ages passed before the legends were once again awakened. Those who came to Dragon Island this time were not here for its secrets, but for the Ancestral Dragons and Dragon Kings.
"Grandma, we don't need to be scared anymore. At the very least, we now have the ability to protect ourselves. I'm going to get Little Black," Little Fatty naively stated before he bounded off towards the heart of the village.
From behind the village, a thick forest echoed with a dragon's roar. A short while later, Little Fatty returned, leading a black dragon cub that was barely over one meter long. The little dragon was cloaked in scales that glistened with a dark sheen, its entire body impeccably black. The head of the Ancestral Dragon accompanied by a body that resembled a leopard or a tiger, of course there wouldn't be any fur, it was completely covered by dragon scales.
