An old man dressed in a ruby robe sat on a throne made to resemble dragons.
The throne's backrest rises like the outstretched wings of a dragon in mid-flight, adorned with intricate carvings that tell the stories of its history. The armrests are shaped like coiled serpents, their heads forming the ends, their eyes glinting with gemstones that mirror the brilliance of a dragon's gaze. The entire structure rests upon clawed feet that grasp the floor as if ready to take flight at any moment.
On this grand throne…the man was simply sleeping.
The light sound of snoring, accompanied by flames was heard. The flames lit up the dark throne room periodically.
The waves of power that the man exuded were immense. Even though he was asleep, he could not hide his subconscious mana waves. The waves of power the man emitted were enough to melt steel. That was his fiery power. Whatever materials the throne room was made of, the fact that it could handle his power proved it was costly to construct.
Ragnar Drakmor, The Patriarch of the Drakmor family.
The strongest Family in the World.
He was the sole reason the Soubuelle and Wellington families were not considered the strongest.
He was of the generation of the Golden Trio…and was one of the few SSS-ranked humans in the world.
On par with Arken and Oliver. That was the degree of his monstrous strength.
If not for his choice to stay hidden, he would have been a famous individual. Well…He already was famous because he was the Patriarch but he didn't go out in public much. So people tend to forget about him. He was just as famous as Arken, a myth.
"..."
Suddenly, he woke up.
His ruby eyes scanned the throne room but found none who dared to disturb his slumber.
He stretched his muscles and yawned.
"Haaa….What?"
He said.
He felt a familiar…no superior type of energy in the Capitol once again.
He felt it before…but at that time this energy was a fiery inferno. A flame that would not give up, a flame that would never falter…
But now it is cold. It was a freezing Blizzard…No, it was frost itself.
It was completely opposite to his fire, and the flame he felt before.
"Strange…"
What is happening to his city? What are these energies? He had dismissed the earlier energy because it was familiar to him and thought maybe a member of his family was doing something…But not now.
Not this one.
He unleashed his fiery mana and had it spread throughout the entire city. The temperature of the entire Capitol increased by a few degrees.
He scanned the entire city and finally found them.
"The vibrant flame is in the Association's building…Whilst the eternal frost lies in Richard's residence…"
He pinpointed their locations and observed them both…
A handsome young man with flowing orange hair possessed the vibrant flame. And the eternal frost belonged to a young man with flowing white hair…
"Ah…now I know,"
Elijah Ardor and Alan Peccator…
"Rank 1 and 2."
The man let out a light laugh.
"Youngster's these days are wild. To think they have gotten their hands on such prominent bloodlines…The Bloodlines of Dragons huh."
[They are not bloodlines.]
A bird of flame materialized in front of him and sat on his shoulder. It was his spirit, the Fire Eagle. But it was far stronger than a normal fire eagle, it was also on the verge of evolving.
"Sitri…what do you mean?"
It was similar in strength to Oliver's Argenti.
[They are the chosen ones of Supreme Dragons.]
Ragnar's shock materialized in the throne room, the temperature increased by a few hundred degrees and he asked.
"Are you sure of it?"
[Yes.]
He used his mana to search around more.
[Be careful, their dragons are watching you.]
Sitri warned. It already knew the dragons that chose the two boys were watching Ragnar. If he tried anything they would exert their authority and erase him from existence itself in a second.
SSS rank strength was nothing to Supreme beings.
"There is no need for them to watch…"
Ragnar commented. The vibrant flame and eternal frost had found him.
The vibrant flame was even heading here, but he had no ill intentions.
"So this is what a dragon feels like…"
It was his dream to become a dragon.
Unlike the stories and rumors of the Draknar family, they did not possess the blood of Dragons.
They possessed the bloodline of the Drakes, All of Ragnar's spawn possessed the bloodline of a fire drake.
Not a dragon.
It was still a formidable bloodline…but it couldn't compare to a dragon.
Ragnar had tried so hard to become a dragon…But he just couldn't.
Without a supreme dragon to deem him worthy and make him one…He couldn't become one. Because he was Drake, he felt a sense of loyalty towards the Vibrant Flame and Eternal Frost.
But they were weaker than him currently.
[The Supreme Dragons of Fire and Frost…]
"Fire..?"
Ragnar listened closely to Sitri's words.
[Yes, the chosen of the Fire Dragon king, Supreme Dragon Agri is coming here…What should we do? If we have angered Lord Agri we will be…]
"Nothing will happen."
Ragnar reassured Sitri.
" He does not approach with those intentions…"
Ragnar could feel it. His Drake bloodline, although it may be forcing him to submit to the Vibrant flame…it could also tell whether the Vibrant flame possessed malicious intentions or not.
"Sitri, Go greet him and bring him here."
[Understood.]
Sitri left immediately. He and Ragnar both knew how stubborn the people of the Drakmor family were. It couldn't be helped…their Bloodline had side effects as well. And with how thin the blood of the guards was, they would not recognize the Vibrant Flame.
Ragnar stood up from his throne. His robe fell off and revealed his spectacular upper body. He had to get ready to greet the Vibrant Flame. Take a bath, clean his untidy beard, etc…
"This Academic convergence will be interesting…"
Ragnar let out a laugh.
Indeed, This time, the Academic convergence would leave everyone in Awe
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