C545 The Dragon Kings That Have Built a Glorious Reputation

In an expanse of pure white, Igrel silently observed his claws until they were suddenly bathed in a sheen of platinum light.

"Igrel."

The sound of his name snapped Igrel out of his reverie. The glow around his claws faded as he swiveled to face the voice.

"What is it, Elder Brutt?"

His voice was even, his expression unchanged as he spoke.

"Well, it's like this..