"That presence… it's not just that little Green Dragon whelp. The Firebird from the first floor of the Dungeon is with them too…"
"So that means Skarvex, Drexon, and Xenodrath—those three useless fools—have already failed their mission? Hmph! Worthless trash…"
The massive Shadow Dragon let out a low, contemptuous snort, his expression shifting from a sickly green to a furious purple.
Then, with a voice like cracking ice, he roared coldly, his fury barely contained.
"Bring Durgash to me. Now!"
THUD!
Moments later, a monstrous Venomspike Manticore appeared before the towering Shadow Dragon, bowing low with grim reverence.
"At your service, Dungeon King Vorundar!"
"Send the order—recall Vhydrakk, Xaltheira, all of them! They've got half a day to prepare. Mobilize the entire army. By noon tomorrow at the latest, we launch a full-scale assault on Emerald Castle. No retreat. No surrender. This is war to the death."