The Almighty Dragon General

The high-ranking members of the Dooms frowned in unison as they regarded Thora, an unfamiliar figure despite their recent destruction of the New Shahrzad Dynasty.

Thora, visibly nervous, took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the assembly. "Honored seniors, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Thora, ruler of the Shahrzad Genesis World, under the command of the Jademora Empire."

She paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. "The New Shahrzad Dynasty, which I lead, has fought valiantly alongside the Solstice Alliance and participated in the Greater Realms' war. The Jademora Empire granted us the Shahrzad Genesis World based on merit, and we did not establish it clandestinely..."

As Thora recounted the history of her dynasty, a deep sorrow tinged her voice. The events were the same as she had previously shared with James and others. She described the Doom Army's ruthless invasion, their merciless slaughter of her people, the plundering of resources, and the destruction of everything in their path, down to the last flower and tree.

Her vivid recounting of the atrocities was met with a cold silence from the Dooms' higher-ranking members, whose faces displayed nothing but disdain and contempt. To them, it seemed, such brutality was merely business as usual.

Thora asked, her voice trembling with anger, "How did my New Shahrzad Dynasty offend you to deserve such a catastrophic fate? We have always paid tribute, especially to the Dooms, every entrapoch, and every festival."

A middle-aged woman in an elegant green dress stepped forward. With a sarcastic tone, she said, "The New Shahrzad Dynasty, was it? You claim our army committed these acts, but what evidence do you have?"

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