"I am your leader?" Sunny asked, the confusion in his voice quickly overshadowed by calculating self-interest. He wanted to ensure this wasn't a temporary truce, but absolute submission.
"Yes, Ruler! Anyone who defeated Elemental Prism will be the undeniable king of the Abyss Dragon Tribe," Ladon stated, lifting his massive head, his red eyes filled with the solemnity of generations of history.
"So you mean, you will follow my order to the very end?" Sunny pressed, a slight lift to his chin.
"Yes, My Lord," Ladon answered without a hint of hesitation. The answer was his tribe's destiny, a heavy, yet comforting truth.
Sunny felt a genuine smile stretch his lips, swiftly twisting into a cold, predatory smirk. The Abyss Dragon Tribe was an elite army dropped into his lap. He looked past the enormous dragon, his mind already set on his true, grand adversary.
"Great Mother," he whispered, a promise and a threat combined. "Wait for me."
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[Lower World: Eldoria]
