"Yes…" The gentle voice slowly faded, and Purple Moon dimmed once again.
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Inside a luxurious palace, a burly figure sat cross-legged, maintaining silence yet radiating a frightening surge that resembled a beast lying in ambush.
At the foot of the steps in front of him stood another figure quietly.
It was a woman with extremely delicate facial features, lacking the typical softness of a woman but instead carrying a trace of an extraordinary heroic air. The slight curves of the horns on her forehead and the faintly visible scales on her face revealed her Clan identity.
Dragon Clan.
Facing the seated figure, the Dragon Clan woman appeared quite composed.
"Deliclay, you seldom seek me out."
"Is something the matter?"
"Indeed, there is." Deliclay spoke solemnly, "The Human Race, has appeared."
