In the darkness of the deep sea, a pair of immense eyes opened. Upon hearing the Reverse Whale's wail, those eyes gradually became shot with crimson.
"The fate of a Reverse Whale should not be sacrifice, but a return to the deep sea."
"The Dragons, they have touched upon our taboos.We need war to wash away this humiliation."
"Summon our kin! We shall scourge the Dragon territory, and use their blood and flesh to commemorate Chthonius!"
"..."
Within the deep sea, five colossal shadows successively arrived, unleashing immensely powerful secret techniques that stirred up a great tsunami.
The Sea Race was coming!
Whitecliff, Ancient Castle.
The white dragon Frostsire showed no reaction to the great rumbles from the deep sea; everything was within his control.
"What benefits do you want?"
The white dragon Frostsire looked at Grand Duke Richard, his face a mask of sneering ridicule.