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.

Dooms' operation. Jaime, though often seen as a playboy, was far more powerful and wise than his

Thora, who was being comforted by Thea. He softened

you to our empire's higher-ups to address the New Shahrzad Dynasty's issues. I'll introduce you to the Grand Steward, Truett, and the Vice Grand Steward, Rebella. If even they can't deliver justice,

"I refuse to believe that the Jademora Empire, founded by

doubt the Dooms

over the empire. Even if that vicious woman has some influence and manages to convince our grand ancestors, I can still

above all. They fought their way up to Zymurgy to

filled