The Dragon Emperor

Silence.

The deafening decorum that pervaded the whole room was not the result of Magic or Skills, but a collective effort of everyone in attendance.

Palpable was the reverence in their eyes, and their stiff bodies remained still out of respect—and also fear. As long as the Great Old Dragon Lord was present, any disrespect or blunder on the part of any Dragon would easily be noticed by him.

And it would ultimately lead to death.

As such, everyone held their breaths as they awaited the descent of their invincible ruler.

~SHUUU~

A small hissing sound echoed from the overhead vessel as the shaft opened and a lone figure rose from it, generating an aura that could be considered unmatched.

He had ebony dark skin, with crimson hair that danced magnificently behind him. He was garbed in his Emperor Robe, an attire that featured a black and gold regalia—with a floating crown made of diamonds.