With a low roar, Cassius slowly opened his eyes. He felt a bit dazed, as a flood of information had surged into his mind during his slumber, and he hadn't had the time to thoroughly digest it.
"I must have slept for a long time this time."
His scales were covered by a thick layer of dust.
Cassius shook his enormous head and gently flapped his wings. The bones, which hadn't moved for ages, made a crisp sound, and ashes flew around his body.
"This time, I seem to have grown more dignified. Not bad."
Cassius glanced at the massive glass mirror that had long been prepared in the underground palace, nodding in satisfaction.
Perhaps it was due to deeply excavating his bloodline power, but now Cassius was far more mature than an ordinary Red Dragon. His enormous body was a full fifteen meters long, and his proportions were nearly identical to those of an adult Red Dragon; no longer did he possess the juvenile naivety of a youngling.