BXBX NOVEL Chapter 546 The Dragon Council
Chapter 546 The Dragon Council
At the far end of the hall stood a long, intricately carved table of dark wood, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen. Nine ornate chairs were arranged in a semi-circle before it, each one adorned with rich velvet cushions and elaborate carvings that spoke to the wealth and power of its occupant.
Eight of the seats were already filled, their occupants seated with an air of authority and expectation. Each Lord was clad in fine robes of immaculate designs, having their respective colors on full display. Their attires were embellished with jewels and precious stones that shimmered in the dappled light.
They exuded an aura of confidence and strength, but within that bravado were expressions of solemnity.
Opposite the semi-circle that the chairs were arranged was a much grander chair--twice as large and thrice as fancy as the ones they occupied.
It belonged to the Emperor, but the seat was also vacant.
Above the table, a series of chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystal prisms catching the light and scattering it in a dazzling display of radiance. The air was filled with the soft murmur of conversation, punctuated by the occasional grunts or chuckles from the lips of the Lords.
Along the walls of the hall, murals depicted scenes of valor and conquest, their vibrant colors and intricate detailing a testament to the history and heritage of the Dragons.
Shields and banners hung proudly from the rafters, emblazoned with the sigils of noble houses and bearing witness to the unity and strength of the Empire.
Despite the grandeur of the hall and the opulence of its furnishings, there was an undeniable sense of tension that hung in the air.
The absence of the Emperor, the tenth seat at the table left conspicuously empty, cast a shadow over the proceedings, a silent reminder of the weighty matters that would be discussed in his absence.
Then, after the long awaited announcement, the greatest of the Lords rose to his feet.
"The Emperor won\'t be coming, it seems. As such, we will now begin our official deliberations." The one who spoke seemed like an elderly one.
He had an ancient look on his face, with flowing gray hair and flowing beards that matched his old aesthetic. He had a dark obsidian gown, with traces of silver and gold established around it.
Most importantly were the horns on his head.
There were seven of them.
In one word, he was like an epitome of perfection--The Great Dragon Lord Of Old--one that the other Lords respected and feared.
As for the Lords themselves, almost all of them were in attendance.
The Flame Dragon Lord Of The Fiery Lair
The Frost Dragon Lord Of The Icy Realm
The Forest Dragon Lord Of The Deep Earth
The Sea Dragon Lord Of Dark Waters
The Storm Dragon Lord Of Trembling Skies
The White Dragon Lord Of The Forbidden Valley
The Death Dragon Lord Of The Cursed Tomb
These seven stood at the precipice of power in the Dragon Race, each of them representing the sub-species/factions that existed within the Empire.
The Dark Dragon Lord Of The Black Mountain was absent from the meeting, but everyone present already knew the cause.
"The Dark Dragon Lord, Ob\'elisk, is dead." The Great Dragon Lord of Old proclaimed, though he only said what everyone had in their mind. "This Council Meeting is to discuss about it, as well as other matters."
As one would expect, there were several reactions amongst the Dragon Lords.
There were some who didn\'t particularly care for the Dragon Lord, some who knew him personally, and others who--despite not having any real interest in the fallen Lord--were still concerned about the implications of his demise.
"What I don\'t understand is why the Emperor ordered us to reduce the intensity of attacks on the human civilization. We\'ve reduced the number of Newts and Soldiers that we send there, and it\'s honestly a bit mind-boggling..." The Forest Dragon said with a sigh.
His gruff tone echoed with dissatisfaction, and his youthful face didn\'t match the rough personality he displayed.
"I was going to ask the Emperor about that particular matter today, but it seems he chose not to come." The Storm Dragon Lord sighed and shook his head.
He had a more composed appearance, appearing like a gentleman with dark purple, blue, and white designs on his regal robe.
"You two have it somewhat easy..." A certain voice echoed within the hall, and it caused all the Lords to look in the direction of the usually silent Lord.
It was the White Dragon Lord Of The Forbidden Valley.
She had pure white hair, with an attire that seemed to amplify her sheer beauty. Like a wedding dress, the gown she wore trailed down behind her, and she even had a veil that covered a part of her face.
She usually donned a large hat, but since they were indoors she already disposed of it.
"Do you know of the current situation at the Academy? The students were excited about their field trip to the human continent, and I had to cancel." Her voice trembled as she uttered those words.
"The look of disappointment on their faces… I can\'t forget it…"
The entire Dragon Civilization could do without humans, and if they desired, those puny existences would have been wiped from the map already.
But, there were other uses for the pathetic creatures—fodder for the growth and amusement for their young ones.
"Those Students are our future. Just what is the Emperor thinking…" The lady in white sighed with slight annoyance.
Still, the word of their ruler was final.
Since they had to respect and obey the hierarchy, she could do nothing but vent her frustrations to her colleagues about her students and the humans.
At least… for now.
"Why not change the excursion\'s location? I heard the attack on the Elves is going well." The Storm Dragon Lord suggested, but the White Dragon Lord sighed.
"You think I haven\'t tried that? I\'ve done my best to reach out to the people there, but they keep telling me that the current situation isn\'t appropriate for the kids, and they haven\'t \'cleaned up\' well enough… whatever that means."
One would think the Dragon Lords, the most powerful of their Species, save for the Dragon Emperor, would show more pristine and restraint.
But no; they seemed just like ordinary people, save for the six horns that protruded from the heads of each of the seven.
"All of this just had to happen when we\'re about to begin our second invasion on the Southern Continent…" The Flame Dragon Lord, a fiery-looking man sighed, slapping his hand on his face.
"Why did that Ob\'elisk guy have to go and die anyway? It gives us Dragons a bad rep…"
A moment of silence echoed in the air, and afterwards… yet another unexpected Lord spoke up—his deep voice causing the air to tremble slightly.
"I\'ve been thinking about something…" These words were uttered by the Death Dragon Lord Of The Cursed Tomb.
He had a completely black attire, with a pale face and a completely bald head. A hood would normally cover his face, but since this was a meeting, he had his face exposed.
A gleaming black jewel sat at the center of his forehead, and his horns appeared particularly twisted.
A somewhat sinister look decorated his face too.
"A Dragon Lord was killed in the human settlement. And even though we do not yet know how that could have happened, this is the first time anything of the sort has happened in centuries."
Once the Death Dragon Lord brought these things to their remembrance, all of the Dragons in the hall grew completely silent.
They stared at him, some now just coming to the realization of what his words meant.
"Humans. Elves. Fairies. Dwarves. Giants…. None of them have managed to display that level of resistance to us before."
Well, until now.
"This sets a bad precedent; an ominous one in fact."
Surely, all the Lords recognized this to some level, which was why there was a growing agitation and confusion towards the decision of the Emperor regarding the humans.
According to his decree, the Dragon Lords were not to step foot in the Western Continent, and they were also not to send more than two of their direct subordinates to attack. Finally, the Capital was off-limits when it came to assault.
The humans had to be preserved in the long run, so protecting them was understandable, but this had gone too far.
Especially after a Dragon Lord had just perished.
"I fear for the future of our kind." The Death Dragon Lord said as he closed his eyes.
The White Dragon Lord, as well as the other participants in the meeting all stared hard at him as he moved his lips to render his last words for the meeting.
"There might come a time… when the Dragons are no longer invincible in this world."
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