Retreat?

Ophelia recoiled a little at the resolve in his voice. She couldn't resist wondering... Was that something Esteban had ingrained in him, or was that something he truly believed?

The strength of the crimson dragons was just as great as that of the golden dragons, but it was obvious which ones were stronger. And even with the hierarchy in place, complete control over crimson dragons remained difficult to achieve.

Ophelia felt, at that moment, that his declaration was supported by his own willpower.

"Nikolai Novikov is my husband. Do you intend to protect me from him?" Ophelia had to ask, just to make sure.

Glancing at the red dragon, Esmeralda narrowed her eyes. She detested him for unknown reasons aside from his present objective.

Dominik closed his eyes and took a long breath. He was not fond of this. He was forced to take drastic steps. Suddenly he was engulfed in raging flames and reverted back to his dragon form.