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Indom - Androktasia slaps her forehead in mock annoyance.

'Be less thick, servant of mine, lest I turn you into a squirrel. And then where will I get another mass-murderer? Your progenitors, neither you nor your immediate sires, knew of the dragons within you or your rival. You may have had vague tales passed down, but the last inheritors to unleash their power were well over four hundred years ago. You have the power of domination: You may double your power, physical and otherwise, again, and again, and again. You could even potentially overthrow the gods themselves, if left unchecked.'

Androktasia traces her scythe's blade along his cheek as she says the last words.

'But for now, you shall serve me,' she continues. 'You have the blood of the dragon and the potential to survive bearing it. I shall tell you, though, that despite the current knowledge of inherited dragons, there are more than just the two red and white drakes out there. But busy yourself with surviving, and don't worry.'

Shade - The voice in his head answers.

'I was awoken by the principal goddess of slaughter, Androktasia. We are to do battle with our mortal foe, the Welsh Dragon. We must master the path of dominance, to end this war of ours.'