The grand war council convened in the heart of Ethan's domain, a massive chamber with a towering obsidian table at its center. The air was thick with tension as the most powerful figures in the Smiths' faction gathered, their expressions grim.
Ethan's wives, Trevor and his wives, Lamair and his wives, the eight great families, Jerry, Reginald, Seraphina, and the main commanders, Vlad and Madeleine, all sat in solemn contemplation. Their gazes flickered toward the most fearsome presence in the room—Barki, the Dragon Monarch.
The true dragon sat beside Lisa, her predatory orange eyes scanning the council members. Most were visibly shaken, their bodies stiff from the sheer pressure of her aura. This was the first time many had seen a true dragon, a monarch no less, up close. Not a half-breed, not a lesser drake—but one of the sovereign rulers of the draconic race.
Even for seasoned warriors, this was an experience that tested their courage.
