(One week later, Planet FrostBurn, The Annual Elders Summit)
While Leo continued to struggle alongside Dumpy, forced to break out of a new prison setup each day, the long-awaited time for the Annual Elders Summit finally arrived.
A lot was riding on this summit, as there was an untold understanding amongst all twelve elders that a consensus on who the next Dragon was going to be, might be reached in this meeting.
*WHISTLE*
The cold punishing winds of planet FrostBurn whistled past the Twelfth Elder, as he made his way towards the hidden entrance as per tradition.
"Well fuck…. I know that years ago the Elders were paranoid that the Cult may be fully destroyed by the Righteous Faction one day, and that we may not have another safe meeting spot to gather at every year.
