The night was deep.
Runes, drawn in fresh blood, shimmered with a bewitching light in the darkness.
The light flickered, falling upon a Reverse Whale that was on its last breath. Boundless fear and anger coalesced in its eyes.
More than that, there was hatred.
This was the depths of the Dragon Nest, the place where the christening would be held tomorrow.
"Great Dragon Emperor, Your Majesty, the sacrificial ritual runes are complete. The formation can be activated at any time."
The white dragon Frostsire stood beside the blood pool, looking down at the enormous Reverse Whale within. In his eyes, it was mere flesh on the block, a sacrificial offering.
"Excellent. The other four great races have arrived. We just wait for tomorrow."
"You will guard this place well for me. I don't want any slip-ups."
"From now on, entry into the Dragon Nest is permitted, but no one leaves."
