The Lord Kuzon

"Lord Kuzon, you can't be serious!"

The deep, loud voice of the Dragon King, Z'ark, echoed within the vast golden palace. The ornaments and jewels that complimented the walls, ceilings and floors made it absolutely breathtaking, but nothing about the unbelievable beauty of the Midas Throneroom mattered at this point.

Z'ark, now donning his miniature form as a small-sized Dragon was currently appealing to the one who sat on the absolute golden throne.

His gaze contained disbelief and his clenched fist showed that he strongly disagreed with the person on the throne. It was due to this frustration that the Dragon King finally spoke up.

"You want to risk the lives of our combined forces just to carry out an immensely risky attack on Jared's domain? That's madness!"

The more Z'ark thought of the decision, the more illogical it appeared.

'We're safe within this barrier. As long as we further strengthen our defences and build our strength, we'll be safe from harm.'