"Roar——"
Cassius slightly lowered his head and let out a roar that echoed across the wasteland, flapping his broad wings as he hovered high in the sky.
"No, it can't be..."
"Could it be..."
The thought was extremely audacious.
Dayev raised his head and couldn't help but shield his eyes with his hand. Through the gaps between his fingers, he barely saw the scene in the sky—
He saw the Red Dragon's mouth overflowing with scorching white smoke, brilliant flames bursting from the vents on its neck and tail. The dragon crystal on its chest radiated blinding light, and every scale on its body shimmered with the ripples of magma.
At this moment, he was like a second sun rising in the sky, making it almost impossible for anyone present to keep their eyes open.
Cassius's thunderous voice came from the sky, sounding like an oracle in people's ears.
"As the Emperor of the Ashen Empire, at this solemn moment..."
"I will confer blessings..."