บท 1827: 1827. Noise

Everyone in the pit became able to move again after the many rank 9 dragons died, but no one dared to say anything. Even the stronger creatures near the bottom of the hole remained still and kept their gazes on the three leaders.

The long-necked dragon didn't appear happy about the event. Transparent tears that made the silver shade of her scales shine fell from its round eyes ran through its huge body. The ground opened when they touched the surface, and energy flowed into those spots to give birth to large white eggs.

Instead, the slim black dragon gave voice to a rough laugh that spread through the entirety of the region and made the dust created by the dead creatures flow toward its figure. Its scales began to release a dark halo as debris entered its nostril. The leader seemed able to feed on those valueless materials.