Dragon Ancestor Questions and Purpose

On the southern side of the palace lay a breathtaking flower field, where white, purple, and pink blossoms flourished in perfect harmony.

At the heart of the field stood a large, round table surrounded by four chairs.

"So, how have you been, Dragon Ancestor? Are you healthy and well?"

Miranda took a sip of her tea, her gaze fixed on the dragon ancestor seated across from her.

At her words, he let out a small sigh. "I'm fine. However, the wounds I suffered from the Evil God's sneak attack in the past still haven't healed."

Miranda frowned, hesitation lacing her voice. "The Evil God's sneak attack? Are you saying.."

Before she could finish, the dragon ancestor cut her off.

"Yes, when my comrades fell at his hands."

His expression hardened, and his fists clenched tightly.

Though thousands of years had passed and the dragon race had regained its former glory, the sense of loss remained.