The Almighty Dragon General

Jaime roared, his voice filled with fury. "Is this the height of the Dooms' depravity, Wyot? You hide behind the Jademora Empire's founding races, relying on the power of that ruthless woman. You are arrogant and overreaching. Now you're committing these heinous acts. The Doom Race is despicable."

"How can you stand to dishonor Uncle James, who brought you out of the Dark World and trusted you with such power?"

Wyot trembled as he shouted, "I will give the empire an explanation! I have never betrayed Emperor Caden!"

Jaime pointed at Wyot and snapped, "You've never betrayed him, but what about the Dooms? You're the Dooms' pride, but you can't even control them or punish their misdeeds! One word from that woman can have you expelled from the Dooms."

Wyot clenched his fists, his body shaking with suppressed anger. He could not retaliate against Jaime's accusations.

second person who was most familiar with the Dooms' operation. Jaime, though often seen as a playboy, was far more powerful and wise than his father, Truett. His strength and talent rivaled even the

attention to Thora, who was being comforted by Thea. He softened his voice and said, "You won't find justice here, Miss. This place is

the Vice Grand Steward, Rebella. If even they can't deliver justice, I

angrily. "I refuse to believe that the Jademora Empire, founded by Uncle James, would tolerate

the Dooms

our grand ancestors,

above all. They fought their way up to Zymurgy

initially filled