"Anyone else want to try claiming the spear?" Damian asked, tapping the Celestial Golden Dragon resting on his shoulder while looking toward the Star Dragon of the East and the Scorch Dragon of the South.
His words carried an unmistakable sense of provocation, as though he were mocking them and daring them to step forward, touch the golden spear, and attempt to earn its acknowledgment.
And the two dragons knew it as well.
It was futile.
The ruling dragons had already realized that the spear had chosen its master.
There was no doubt about it.
The Celestial Dragon Spear had chosen the Heavenly Son, the greatest being in the universe by all accounts.
Which meant Damian was about to use it to become the next Golden Dragon Emperor, the true and sole ruler of the entire mighty dragon race.
Damian paid no attention to their bewildered and stunned expressions. Instead, he turned his focus back to the spear in his hand.
