Beneath the Red Dragon

Morning bells echo, horns of bone sound, singing grandly resonant.

"By the Emperor of the Imperial's fortune, endowed with the flourishing civilization of the Imperial's dragon group, relying on the bravery of the Imperial warriors! Especially with this heretic's head, sent across the nine borders of the Empire, to demonstrate the Imperial's might like shining gold, the Empire's civilization spreads like kindling flame!"

"Frenzy War Legion Commander, ascend the isle of the Sea of Fury, using the heretic enemy's head to build a pyre, inscribe on stone, banner returned,"

"Imperial's West Sea frontier, armament already assured peace, West frontier settled!"

One rides with a dragon banner, black armored light cavalry gallops and cracks the whip, holding high the unwilling, grimacing head of the Shahua Fishman Prince, racing wildly through the city's Giant Dragon Avenue, shouting resounding.

Thousands of speedy riders gallop like the wind, the continuous roar resonates like thunder, battle armor weighed like night, cloak fiery like blazing red.

The city's clamor and bustle briefly fall silent at the knight's sound, then roars with fervor anew.

The palace gates on mountain peaks open with a boom, giant storm and golden forbidden guard line up, ringing the golden bell before the Dragon's Holy hall, celebrating thus.

Isabelle Adjani and Celia, mingled with the visiting delegation of the Elf Race, are swept to the avenues' sides by the surging crowd, yet feel no discomfort, even as the elves are proud to the point of intolerability of contact with mortals.

They are easily infected by an indescribable fervent ambiance, even their bodies unwillingly start strolling, jogging along with the swelling crowd.

Countless people shoulder to shoulder, densely packed figures spread on both sides of the Giant Dragon Avenue, like waves separated by the Holy Spirit.

The clamor of bells and horns resonates in the thousand-mile black cavalry's hoofbeats, following is a continuous echoing of cheers.

"By the Emperor of the Imperial's fortune, endowed with the flourishing civilization of the Imperial's dragon group, relying on the bravery of the Imperial warriors! Especially with this heretic's head, sent across the nine borders of the Empire, to demonstrate the Imperial's might like shining gold, the Empire's civilization spreads like kindling flame!"

With one fall of sound, myriad echoes, once the first resonating song of glorious martial prowess concludes, it cannot be stopped.

The lone knight is the tide's crest, the steaming sound waves are the surf.

The Empire's Golden People are not fervent because the Empire defeated the Pirate Alliance and the Shahua Fishman Kingdom.

To them, the land of dragons winning against these weaker foes is rightfully so, justly deserved.

But whether Orc Giant, Elf, Human, and Dwarf, or Goblin Dogman Jackal-Wolfman, these diverse imperial races sing the Empire's glory in shared cultural identity and ethnic pride.

"Frenzy War Legion Commander, ascend the isle of the Sea of Fury, using the heretic enemy's head to build a pyre, inscribe on stone, banner returned,"

"Imperial's West Sea frontier, armament already assured peace, West frontier settled!"

The entire city boils over, people cheering, their voices dispelling clouds in the sky, louder than thunderbolts above!

Soundwaves spread from the north to the south of the city, until the entire Royal Imperial Capital is submerged in these fervent waves of sound.

Dragons and giant dragons soar to the towering, cloud-piercing rooftops of the city, wings spread, roaring skyward.

Even the rarely seen towering figures of the Giant Dragon Lords appear above the city, only these Giant Dragon Lords can fly above the imperial city's sky.

Red scales fierce, giant heads high, this is the brawny body of the young Red Dragon Kedelos, surveying around, dragon eyes blazing.

The Empire's King of Red Scales, the female Red Dragon Kleyna, resides atop Kedelos, issuing a roaring dragon call, sound grand, without the soft melodic intention of a female dragon.

White scales, snowy claws, two heads gazing down. White Dragon Lord Camid peers from the clouds on the horizon, eyes revealing delightful, deep dragon roars echoing with the city's cheering.

King Gomot of the White Scale, eyes of icy crystal glancing with awe, limbs and paws on the Empire's Golden Bell Tower height, gigantic wings like frost-enshrouded clouds spread, silently, but expression is audible.

Canopy reaches heaven, a massive Tree of Life gently descends a Jade Dragon seemingly wearing a jade crown, Forest Dragon Lord Antajena's giant claw lightly presses the Life Tree's thick branches, stirring the Life Tree's breath, sprinkling joyful life energy.

Ocean Dragon Naxson and Fog Dragon Deniro's forms also appear in the clouds, meandering in and out of the sky.

Bronze Dragon Lord Alina resumes the true form of a dragon, gigantic head extended from the Governor's Mansion, issuing her own voice.

The towering black King of Dragons perched on the Judicial Court's high tower, roared boldly: "Empire's merit, belongs to all, Empire's civilization, illustrious in martial prowess!"

Dragons create civilization, dragons rule civilization, dragons guide civilization.

By the words of Black Dragon King Rosani as evidence!

When this resounding dragon call spreads, those from the south, the west, the Central Continent, from the wilderness surrounding the Golden Empire, all dragons can no longer suppress the dragon blood boiling inside.

Gray Dragon Naka, Naluo roar loudly, climbing the towering rooftops, limbs welded to the tower rings, staring around, spewing awe.

The female Red Dragon Delos also cannot help but bare her fangs, pick up her large cub, climb atop a high tower, looking down at this boiling city.

Additionally, dragons of various scales emerge in the city, perched on the eaves and round domes of stone structures in the city, bellowing loudly.

The ambiance roars with enthusiasm, louder than any other time.