Only, two short black horns poked out from her forehead, lending her an extra touch of eerie allure.
She walked forward with graceful steps to stand before the three little black dragons.
"Children, it's time for you to leave the nest."
"You are the offspring of me, the Black-winged Tyrant, and descendants of Tobias the Black Dragon."
"You should go and seek the glory that belongs to you."
"Especially you…"
"—Belair."
...
"Before you become ancient dragons, make sure you live well."
"All right, this is not your territory. Time to go!"
After a round of lecturing, the female black dragon known as the Black-winged Tyrant once again shook her body and transformed back into her draconic form, then flew into the castle.
The three little black dragons looked at each other, then spread their wings and left the dark forest.
The projected scene came to an abrupt halt there.
As creatures of chaos and evil, black dragons never had much of a concept of kinship to begin with.
