"So, tell me, Light Dragon King," he said, his deep voice carrying across the gathering of rulers. "What brings you here after all these years? Has your kingdom finally run out of resources?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "I suppose even the mighty Light Dragons must crawl back when the well runs dry."
King Dracos Frostpire chuckled under his breath. "Oh, it seems things are about to get exciting."
The other monarchs chuckled—some openly, while others concealed their amusement behind polite expressions. The Light Dragons had abstained from the tournament for years. For them to suddenly return now, it was bound to stir rumors.
The Light Dragon King, however, remained unfazed. His golden-white robes shimmered under the grand hall's light. Unlike the Fire Dragon King's boisterous presence, his aura was calm—unshakable, like the stillness before dawn.
