Cassius was curled up within his cavern, his colossal body rising and falling in rhythm with his breathing, white-hot smoke hissing out with every exhale.
The Red Dragon at this moment resembled a living, roaming volcano, his form brimming with a horrifying heat. Yet, this was merely the strength granted by the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon—Cassius's power extended far beyond that.
The Divine Power of the Sun God, the strength of Order, the flames of Chaos, the essence of the Elemental Plane… even the essence of Heaven was entwined within his massive form.
If mortals possessed such an intricate, overwhelming array of powers, they would have been obliterated long ago. Yet within the body of an Ancestral Dragon, these forces counterbalanced and opposed one another, somehow maintaining a delicate equilibrium, akin to a miniature, self-revolving world.
"Roar—"
