[The Royal Throne Room | Yinlong Capital]
"Yahui has fallen, you say?"
Sitting on a throne forged of immaculate steel, shaped like the wings of a mighty dragon, a man sat, possessing the fair, blemish-free face of a prince.
Around the royal chamber, which was decorated with the statues of divine dragons, looming high in their perfect, quartz material, imposing sentinels stood as guards for the man sitting on the throne.
"Yes, Emperor Jiao-Long."
Delivering this news was a man dressed head-to-toe in black gear that seemed specialized for espionage and reconnaissance.
Emperor Jiao-Long possessed a complexion as pale as snow, dressed in snow-white scales and lavish armor to match; cascading down his shoulders were flowing locks of a jet-black shade, standing in opposition to his powerful eyes that shined of a platinum glow.
"I see," Emperor Jiao-Long said calmly, "So, it's begun. God's prophecy has rung true–the champions of another world have arrived."