Ragnark slit the palm of his right hand, and red blood immediately began to drip from the wound.
He quickly grabbed the golden plate in front of him, placed it beneath his palm, and let his blood flow onto it.
The Dragon Emperor and his children slowly sat cross-legged. The emperor sat at the front, while his children took their places behind him.
Once Ragnark's blood stopped dripping, he sat cross-legged as well, and the ritual began.
Ragnark pressed his hands together, and a golden aura burst forth from his body.
He opened his mouth and began speaking in the ancient language of the dragon race. His words were a prayer of worship to the Dragon Ancestor.
Nolan didn't disturb them. He simply stood silently at the back, observing the ritual.
A few minutes later, Ragnark finished. He suddenly cut off the tip of one of his horns and placed it on the golden plate filled with blood.
"Please accept our offering, Dragon Ancestor," he said loudly, raising the plate high.
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