Inside the Ignis Dragon Clan’s main hall, the air was heavy with fla pressure.
Crimson pillars rose toward the ceiling, each one carved with roaring dragon patterns. Lava-like light flowed through the walls, making the entire hall feel like the inside of a sleeping volcano.
Elder Varan stood in the center of the hall with a dark expression.
He was the sa Ignis Dragon Clan elder who had watched Kaelvar lose to Dahlia during the Newbie Tournant.
And worse than that, he had been mocked by Garion afterward.
Just rembering Garion’s calm grin made his pride burn like raging dragon fire.
At the highest seat of the hall sat the current patriarch of this Ignis Dragon Clan branch.
Patriarch Dravion Ignis.
He was a tall man with long crimson hair, golden dragon eyes, and two curved horns that looked like burning tal. His aura was far deeper than Elder Varan’s, but his expression was calm and controlled.
Varan cupped his fists. "Patriarch, we cannot simply ignore this matter."
Dravion looked down at him. "You an God Gym?"
Varan’s eyes beca colder. "Yes. That man, Garion, mocked in front of others. His disciple, Dahlia Draconia, also humiliated Kaelvar in the final match."
His voice beca heavier. "A wild lower-world dragon defeated an Ignis dragon genius. If we let this pass, others will think our Ignis Dragon Clan is weak."
So elders in the hall nodded faintly.
The defeat had indeed damaged their pride.
But Dravion did not imdiately answer.
Instead, he tapped one finger against the armrest of his throne. "Varan, what do we actually know about God Gym?"
Varan frowned. "They are a new faction under Astral Cosmic Terminal One. Their master is Garion. Their disciple won the Newbie Tournant."
Dravion’s golden eyes narrowed. "That is not enough."
Varan’s expression stiffened.
Dravion leaned forward slightly. "We do not know Garion’s origin. We do not know his true strength. We do not know his race, inheritance, master, backing, or purpose."
His voice beca colder. "And do you not know where his current territory is?"
Varan’s face darkened.
Dravion continued, "That crazy disaster planet."
The hall beca silent.
Everyone had heard about that planet by now.
A violent world filled with storms, poison clouds, frozen regions, savage beasts, and abnormal cosmic pressure.
And yet God Gym had chosen that place as its base.
No sane faction would do sothing like that.
Dravion looked around the hall. "Not only that, God Gym has the backing of Paren from Astral Cosmic Terminal One. Even if that backing is only official registration, it is still a connection."
Varan gritted his teeth. "Patriarch, are we supposed to fear a newly ford faction?"
Dravion’s gaze sharpened. "We are the Dragon Race. We are the proud Ignis Dragon Clan. But do not forget one thing."
His voice dropped as he delivered the harsh reality. "We are only a branch of the true Ignis Dragon Clan."
The elders fell quiet.
Dravion continued, "The strongest among us is the Grand Elder, and even he has only just entered the Celestial Realm."
Varan clenched his fists.
Dravion looked directly at him. "A faction that dares to call itself God Gym, dares to train monsters, dares to settle on a disaster planet, and dares to act openly under the terminal’s eyes... is not sothing we can move against carelessly."
Varan’s face twisted with unwillingness. "So are you saying we can only swallow this bad blood and do nothing?"
Dravion shook his head. "It is not that. We will watch for now."
His golden eyes narrowed slightly. "God Gym has already provoked quite a few factions. We do not need to be the first to move. Let the others test them first. After that, we will see whether they are truly strong or rely acting strong."
Varan could only lower his head, but his expression remained ugly. "Yes, Patriarch."
After saying that, he turned and left the hall.
But even as he walked away, the humiliation in his heart did not fade.
Instead, it burned even hotter.
Behind him, Patriarch Dravion watched his back in silence and secretly sighed.
"Pride is useful. Sotis, it is what keeps the Dragon Race standing above others."
His eyes beca deeper.
"But blind pride can kill even a top race."
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Inside Astral Cosmic Terminal One, Manager Paren sat behind his wide desk, staring at several floating reports in front of him.
News, trade requests, faction ssages, training inquiries, tournant updates... basically, everything was moving faster than before.
And all of it was because of one faction that had appeared in his area.
God Gym.
Paren rubbed his forehead and sighed. "It’s already been a few weeks."
Alira stood nearby with her usual calm expression, hands behind her back.
Paren looked at her. "Alira, is there any news from Garion?"
Alira shook her head. "No. There hasn’t been any direct news from him."
Paren leaned back in his chair. "Nothing at all?"
"Nothing," Alira replied.
Paren paused, and that only made him more worried. "Do you think sothing happened to him? It’s strange for him to not send any news at all."
Alira thought for a mont. "With Garion, that is difficult to judge. If sothing happened, it might be trouble. But if nothing happened, it might also be because he is creating trouble quietly."
Paren closed his eyes. "That sounds exactly like him."
The floating reports shifted, and one tournant notice slowly moved to the front.
[Yearly Astral Cosmic Terminal Tournant]
Paren’s eyes sharpened slightly when he saw it. After a mont, he looked back at Alira. "Go to God Gym and check on him."
Alira nodded. "Do you want to ask for news directly?"
"Yes," Paren said. "Ask what he has been doing these past few weeks. Also, see if there are any people currently being trained there."
Alira’s eyes moved toward the tournant notice. "Because of the yearly tournant?"
Paren nodded slowly. "Exactly."
He stood up and walked toward the window, looking out at the massive terminal city beyond the glass.
"The Newbie Tournant was only the beginning. This yearly tournant is different."
His voice beca lower. "Every major Astral Cosmic Terminal will send representatives."
Paren turned around. "And we are Astral Cosmic Terminal One."
Alira’s expression beca more serious.
Paren continued, "If we carry the na ’Number One,’ then we need to prove we are the best."
He looked at the glowing God Gym faction na on the report. "Garion’s faction is strange, risky, and completely unpredictable."
Paren sighed, but his eyes sharpened. "But if there is one thing I am sure of, it is this... anyone trained by him will not be normal. Just look at Dahlia. She even received an A1 rating."
Alira nodded. "Understood. I’ll go to God Gym and confirm the situation."
Paren waved his hand. "Good. And Alira..."
She stopped. "Yes?"
Paren’s expression beca tired. "If Garion has created another disaster, report it to before joining it."
Alira was silent for a mont, then nodded. "I’ll try."
Paren stared at her back as she left.
After the door closed, he sighed again. "That answer does not reassure at all."
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