บท 396: Eloquent

A flat island of white gravel rose from the depth of the ocean, its texture rough and harsh, erected especially for one specific purpose, putrescent feathers of pure black fell heavily to ground, burdened by the weight of dark blood, bits of gravel moved to the side as Loimos stepped forward, hundred of them exploding in every direction like bits of a shrapnel as the two dragons landed soon after, all either going past the undead, or decomposing into nothingness before they could hit.

"My name is Solast, a close confidant of Dragonlord Ronarkatast, ruler of all with draconic blood or origin, who exactly… Am I addressing?" speaking with uncertainty, the sun dragon turned to his companion, one of his three heads signalling for a translation to be given to the undead.

Loimos rose one hand up, the movement simultaneously lethargically slow and instantaneous, silencing the other dragon right in his track.