「Giant Dragon City.」
This city, even more prosperous than Golden Feather City, had been shrouded in dark clouds ever since the ambiguous death of Tricia V, King of Tamriel.
Inside the Royal Palace, although His Majesty Tyrone sat on the throne and could decide many matters himself, he could only prioritize the interests of the Holy Storm Organization whenever the Kingdom's interests clashed with theirs.
To a certain extent, the power of the throne had been weakened.
"Lord Divine Envoy, we've received intelligence from the Oduin Kingdom."
Tyrone arrived at Flame Wings's cultivation courtyard. Despite the January chill, the temperature here was much higher than outside.
At this moment, Flame Wings was flickering with red light, like a Flame constantly radiating heat. The closer one got, the more scorching it became.
Flame Wings retracted his aura and stood up to his full height.
"Your expression is off!"
He walked forward. "What happened over there?"
