Amidst violent spatial disturbances, several space portals appeared in the clouds behind Osedro.
"Elder, is it him?"
"Is that the dragon ravaging the North?"
"We will protect the peace here! In the name of Melwood!"
Silver dragons emerged from the swirling mists, hovering behind the ancient silver dragon, letting out synchronized, majestic roars, rallying for their esteemed elder.
Pairs of silver wings flapped, reflecting shimmering light in the air.
Cloud giants and storm giants stood atop the clouds, utilizing their powerful spell-like abilities to control the surrounding climate, maintaining a realm of howling cold winds, preventing the red dragon's scorching influence from invading.
"'Dragon Prince' Your Highness, we, the Faria Clan, are here to assist you!"
"Roar! Shameless metal dragons!"
"Master, that silver-scaled dragon is so cocky! We need to teach him a lesson!"
