1828 1828. Pride

The entire hole went silent. Noah's words left leaders and underlings speechless. He didn't ask anything too surprising, but the sole fact that he had decided to speak made them unable to say anything for a while. They simply weren't ready for that event.

"He smells funny," The black dragon whispered as a dark halo spread from its figure and tried to stretch forward before dispersing inside the world.

"Maybe they have fallen too far away from our species," The green dragon sighed, and Noah sensed the dangerous sensation approaching again.

"Do you want to shut me up for my questions?" Noah quickly said before the dangerous sensation could reach its peak. "Isn't that Heaven and Earth's way? How can you fight them if you force your underlings to be dumb soldiers who can't even be curious?"