"About that." A slightly embarrassed expression appeared on Draco's face. "I had said that in the heat of the moment."
"So there's no way?" Nox inquired, a sense of panic slowly rising in his heart. If there was really no way, then his plan could be ruined.
He didn't know any other way to control Frostpire; this competition was his only shot. He looked at the king intensely, trying to mask his desperation.
"You can't turn into a full dragon," Draco explained. "But we can easily mask your scent and cover you with the necessary dragon scales. What will be a problem, however, are the basic dragon skills."
King Draco fell into deep contemplation. As king and an old dragon, he had not been confined to the dragon realm all his life. Draco had traveled to the human continent, the non-continent, and beyond.
And like every other dragon that liked hoarding treasures, he had vast amounts of resources at his disposal, even though it wasn't as massive as the Big Four.
