บท 623: Dragon's Sacred Ground

Manu's side smile deepened, a glint of calculated intent shining in his eyes. He spoke with deliberate ease, his words slicing through the tense atmosphere like a blade.

"What I seek, Patriarch, is simple: 'Draco Mortem.' Specifically, the remains of those who succumbed to the Draco Venenum."

The moment the words left his lips, the chamber erupted into chaos. Dragons perched on ledges surrounding the skull roared in outrage, their booming voices shaking the very ground beneath Manu's feet.

"Blasphemy!" one bellowed, its golden scales gleaming with rage.

"This is sacrilege! He defiles our dead with his audacity!" another hissed, its massive wings unfurling in agitation.

"Take his head! He must pay for this insult!" a younger dragon screamed, its claws scraping against the rocky walls.