The entropy field collapsed instantly as Jiaolong spun toward the source of the commanding voice. Through the chamber's entrance came five figures.
Ao Run led them. Beside him strode Ao Qin, the Dragon King of the South Sea, his scales a deep volcanic red. Ao Shun followed, ice crystals forming in the air around his body. But it was the two figures behind them that made Jiaolong's expression shift to annoyance.
Bi'an and Suanni—his own brothers, sons of Ao Guang like himself, but uncorrupted by Mo Xuan's influence.
"Brother," Bi'an said. His voice carried deep sadness beneath its strength. "Look what you've become."
Suanni's lion-like mane rippled with golden fire as he surveyed the chamber—the fallen corrupted dragons, the awakening Dragon Emperor, and Jiaolong himself standing amid the chaos. "Father sent us to bring you home, Jiaolong. He's been waiting for you to come to your senses."
