They had long considered themselves to be true members of the Ignas Dragon Group deep in their hearts.
As for the Dominican Dragon Group, it was merely an original clan filled with oppression and pain, one that should have been abandoned long ago.
The tail of Blue Dragon Heryam flicked, scales crackling and sparking with tiny arcs of electricity, heart surging with emotion.
He said in a deep voice, "The great King of Molten Iron is willing to go to war for us against the Dominican Dragon Group. No matter what happens, I will follow him to the death."
The King of Molten Iron was not present at the scene to hear his declaration.
Yet he couldn't help but express his inner loyalty and excitement aloud.
To be honest, no matter how much they contributed to the tribe, considering they were only adolescent dragons at the moment, in the eyes of any rational Dragon Group leader, they were far from being an indispensable core.
