Chapter 6125

“Your Majesty, Chief Roland Deragon awaits inside,” Hadrian said, stepping aside with a formal bow.

Jared drew a deep breath, suppressed the surge of emotion within him, and walked into Dragon Hall.

The interior’s sheer scale was staggering.

An enormous dome arched overhead, studded with countless night-glow pearls and starstones that flooded the entire hall with daylight-bright radiance.

Dragon reliefs—so vivid they looked ready to burst into flight—covered every wall.

They depicted one era after another: the primordial dragon of ancient times, the Dragon Emperor of antiquity, and the legendary champions who rose in later ages. Each scene carried a silent power that seemed to rumble through the air.

At the center of the hall, seated upon the main throne, was an elder whose hair was streaked with white, though his posture remained perfectly straight.