After Drakion and his gang left behind a wave of shock and confusion among the onlookers, the crowd scrambled to find a way across the bridge. Eventually, someone suggested using the Draconic materials in their possession.
When they did so, what happened next was... surprising.
"Wait... why does it look like the black dragon is being ganged up on?"
Drakion stood in the midst of the dragons—surrounded, their cold eyes and surging killing intent locked solely on him. Since he had attacked one of them, he had stirred the wrath of all. Their verdict was unanimous: only death would redeem the offense. That was their motive.
The crowd watched in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief.
Dragons turning against one another? Unheard of.
"If they're ganging up on him, then that black dragon must have done something... forbidden."
"Yeah… maybe he broke some ancient law of the dragon clan."
"But isn't this… an opportunity?"
"What do you mean?"
"Come closer—let me tell you."
