An Extra’s POV

There stood a dark castle at the very precipice of a massive mountain.

The mountain was shrouded in darkness, and obsidian clouds floated above everything.

Black grains of sand danced in the air as this single ominously gigantic castle elegantly sat at the heights of majesty.

There was a valley beneath the mountain that served as an Estate.

Several massive houses and colossal structures declared the landmark at the center. However, no matter how big or glamorous everything was, they were all submerged in inky black.

And the darkest of all… remained the castle.

Within the great structure, past its imposing gates, and inside the throne-room of absolute splendor, a being currently lay on his pile of treasures that formed a throne.

Multiple precious tones were mixed together with only the purest kinds of Magical Objects and Rare Ores.

Mana Crystals grew all around the absurd, yet immensely beautiful throne that the great being was casually laying on.

The throne was vertically huge, but more so horizontally long, so it could contain the huge form of the one atop it.

It had a soft cushion, so there was no way they would get uncomfortable.

No one was in the throne-room except them, and due to their eyes being closed, it was clear that they were currently asleep.

However, the two eyes of the slumbering beast slowly fluttered open.

"Strange…" As they opened their jaws, a deep voice echoed throughout the throne-room.

The glowing purple eyes of this entity shone through the area, piercing the darkness.

"One of my children is dead…?"

This being was what could be described as a Dragon; and not just any kind of Dragon.

He was a Dragon Lord.

—The Dark Dragon of the Black Mountain.

as one of his offsprings had met an untimely

could detect it wasn't due to a strong paternal bond between himself and his children, but the 'Bloodline Connection'

be connected to them, and once one life was snuffed out,

All my kids are Generals, unless…

didn't take long for the Dragon Lord to know

was the name…

his face, almost as if saying the name of the deceased Dragon brought nothing

was how much he detested

weakest of my offspring. Shame

his idiotic and talentless son that he couldn't have him in the Dragon Empire, so he gave him

not

he got from the Human Cities were quite subpar, all things

as densely over there as it did in the

useful for something, the job that his useless son had made him contribute at least a

death isn't really consequential. It's not like we

eyes, staring emptily into space as he

in the presence

How exactly did he die in a

and disappointment began to swirl

he had a son like that. Even in death, the useless bastard kept bringing shame

among the humans? Is this some sort

Jer'ard wasn't the strongest Dragon around, but he was still a Dragon Commander—far

other races in the Western Continent?

the only ones who populated that entire parcel of land, which made it

was… humans were hilariously

weakest of all the races

barely had any natural abilities or talents, and none of their

than cannon fodder to be used when training Dragon Newts

competent Dragon Commander could probably alter the entire scope of

the fool would have been able to annihilate most of the humans

he didn't was because there

didn't have to end so quickly, so the tides of their battle was something they actively ensured wouldn't fall too far out of

lessen their forces, and if the humans were winning too much, they'd send some

nothing

that idiot lost to

throne, feeling the