White Dragons

"Hey... looks like there’s movement from them again."

A voice rang from the shadows. A tall figure sat on the floor, hidden in the darkness of a dimly lit room. The words were directed toward another figure, reclining lazily on a chair with both feet propped up on a table. Empty bottles of alcohol were scattered across the surface.

"Who now?"

A sluggish voice responded, clear evidence of impaired senses. The faint blush on the speaker’s face betrayed their inebriation.

"The Royal Dragon masters..."

"Huh..."

The reply dragged out, prompting the seated man to squint toward the speaker hidden in the shadows. His amber eyes glinted faintly, and a smirk crept across his face.

"They must have caught wind of our app by now. But the way they keep popping up, making moves... makes you wonder if they’re testing the waters or deliberately inviting trouble."