“Who are they?” Dain asked.
“Elder dragons. They lived a long time ago, during the rebellions.”
“Welcome to the ritual chamber,” Kirin declared, pushing the doors open.
A giant emblem of a roaring dragon lay embedded in the earth in the center of the room. A statue dedicated to the dragon goddess Tisipherine stared down at them from atop her magnificent altar. A singular stone dragon stood on its hind legs holding the statue of Tisipherine within its giant, clasped talons, its arms outstretched above its head, exalting his queen.
“Will all of the Droragorian who wish to take place in the ritual please stand within the emblem?” Kirin asked.
Dorian and his friends gathered inside the emblem’s radius.
“Now what?” Dain asked.
“Stand still please,” Kirin instructed.
Dorian and his frien
