"Okay," Drayken replied with calmness in his tone. He had already expected the king’s visit.
He stood up and went to the windows, peering at the five blood moons hanging in the sky:
"I just didn’t expect that I would be invited in the nighttime?" he shrugged with nonchalance. "Is he going to silence me or something?"
There was a little alarm ringing in his heart; one had to be very attentive to their surroundings, otherwise they wouldn’t even know when or how they died!
Especially since this place was this dangerous world, and he was a weakling even now.
If he was attacked, then he would definitely die right there and then—there was likely no way for him to survive if they chose to kill him, the only possibility of survival was if he could call back the clone.
"Oh, well." Shaking his distracting thoughts away from his head, Drayken walked towards the door and opened it. Immediately, a man in brightly shining armour appeared in front of him, with his left eye scarred—he looked rather fierce.
"I am the captain of the eagle guards, Conrad," Conrad introduced himself.
"...I see."
"Follow me." He scoffed and went away on his own.
"..." Drayken stood there for a moment with a grumble, and he quickly followed him.
Conrad’s pace was fast and steady. Although it may have looked like he was walking, his speed was as fast as a car going 60 miles per hour, quickly speeding up without delay.
Drayken just shrugged and followed in his own pace.
Soon, he was led to a castle—large, towering, and adorned with gold and diamonds, exuding grandeur and majesty.
At the entrance stood two statues of a peculiar creature.
This creature had the head of a dragon and a long, slender tail, but its body was that of a human, holding two spears in its hands.
And mirroring their stance were the two guards positioned before the doors.
"Halt!" they commanded in unison, their expressions fierce.
Conrad took out an emblem from his back pocket and showed it to them, immediately prompting the guards to bow in place. The door quickly opened, letting them enter.
Drayken’s eyes were glued to the statue. There was something strange about it that he just couldn’t put his finger on. It felt as if it were alive and breathing instead of a non-living entity!
"Curious?" Conrad snarled.
"A little."
"It’s not alive, but it is considered the power of the Dragon God."
"Dragon God?" Drayken felt strange at his heart.
"That’s right, Dragon God," Conrad muttered with disdain. "How ignorant. If it weren’t for your situation, you would have been executed just for not knowing about the Dragon God."
"So, are you going to tell me?"
The two walked down the hallway, and Drayken felt increasingly annoyed as he walked further.
"Dragon God is the God of our race, the supreme being who maintains and helps the survival of our entire race. They are the hope and prayers of countless dragons ever since we were born into this world."
"Hmm," Drayken froze on the spot, his curiosity piqued. "You mean that the Dragon God is the manifestation of the Dragons will?"
"That’s correct."
Conrad spoke without pausing. "You can technically call them the will of the entire Dragon Race."
"Are there other Gods for other races as well?"
"Of course, humans have human gods."
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