Chapter 947.1
Currently, there weren’t many dragons who could freely move.
The three elders; the lord who had yet to awaken; seven other dragons that had reached an age where they could participate in battles; the rest were mostly young hatchlings or recently matured dragons.
Even when tallied together, there were only about thirty of them.
Originally, the dragon population had far exceeded that. Before most dragons entered their slumber, they strained themselves to reproduce, but those efforts only managed to bring their count up to fifty.
Most dragons used to reside on the Arrasis Continent—the vast landmass past the ocean on the far east of Tionis. At their peak, the dragon population numbered over a hundred. While not all of these dragons reached the 8th Circle, many had terrifying levels by human standards, capable of wielding dragontongue magic.
Of course, as arbiters of the continent, dragons avoided interfering too much and chose to live quietly amongst themselves.
However, at some point in the past, an internal conflict had erupted among the dragons, spiraling into a devastating conflict. The war, caused by a clash of ideologies, had led to countless dragons being injured or even killed. Even their lord had to enter slumber, while most dragons went into hibernation to preserve their strength and protect their offspring from future threats.
Centuries passed, and for some reason, all the dragons had awakened once again. The problem was that, in addition to the current generation of dragons who valued harmony, the radicals who had instigated their civil war had also woken up.
After the meeting concluded and the attending dragons scattered, Sapphire prepared to leave, only to be stopped by the blue dragon elder Marin.