"My brother is devoted to pursuing the Path of the Ancient Dragon, believing that passing on the flame is merely a temporary solution."
Watching the Nameless King and the Storm Dragon leave, Gwendolin suddenly said softly while sitting in a chair.
"This is also the huge rift between my brother and our father."
"At that time, the Ancient Dragon War had just been won, and as the eldest son of the Sun King, he suddenly spoke of wanting to learn from the Ancient Dragons we had defeated and wiped out, proclaiming that the thriving Fire Age would eventually fade away... This caused a huge uproar."
"Who would believe such alarmist words at that time?"
"But now... "
Gwendolin looked dazedly ahead.
Now Ilyushil only has the Silver Knights, dragging around the many creatures modified by the Pontiff, clearing the streets.
The dreadful monster corpses left thick and glaring bloodstains on the once snowy but not dirty stone roads.
"There is still hope now."
