"...Let me reintroduce myself. I am Rakhsahsa II, the current Red Dragon King. Since ascending to the throne, I have not had the chance to thank the Savior for his mercy in the last war. You spared my life when you had every right to take it, and for that, I offer my deepest gratitude"
The voice rumbled with a strange mix of pride and humility, resonating from the massive, crimson-scaled dragon whose wings loomed like storm clouds overhead.
Though his eyes burned with the same fire as his predecessor, there was a youthful restraint behind them, an effort to control the rage inherited from the title he now bore.
This was the young king, now Rakhsahsa II, named after the former Red Dragon King, the very one Taufik had slain in battle.
Arman furrowed his brow and crossed his arms, his scaled form shimmering with hues of jade and emerald. His sharp eyes locked onto Rakhsahsa II, unimpressed.
