Immediately, the gazes of the newly transformed dragons turned to Tiamat—the only being there whose ancient wisdom was indisputable. They didn't trust Ouroboros. But Tiamat was different. Tiamat was the truth.
The Golden Dragon smiled, with that gleam in her eyes of someone who knew what was coming before she was even asked.
"She's right." Her voice echoed with gentle, almost maternal authority. "It's surprising that you're still standing. You no longer have ordinary limits. The container of power you now hold is nearly infinite..." She paused briefly, as if savoring the import of what she was about to say.
"And that means their bodies will require hibernation soon to adapt to the new level of mana. Temporary collapse is inevitable. I'd say… ten minutes, tops."
Scarlet took a deep breath, her eyes burning with an intensity that rivaled the sun itself. She stood with Strax in her arms—as if he were light as a feather—and slowly turned to face the group.
