Dragon's Roar ~ Rawr

Long Ming woke up to find himself turned into an ugly, scaly monster. Staring at the bloodthirsty maw right in front of him, he mustered his courage and opened his own mouth—armed with just one tiny fang—letting out a squeaky, milk-drunk roar to intimidate his enemy: "Nyah~ Nyah~ *hic*~" The feeble black flames flickered weakly and died midair before even reaching their target. Lightning Leopard: "………:-)" Long Ming: "………QAQ!" Dragons had always ruled atop the pyramid of the Azerick Continent, unchallenged. But their numbers dwindled as fewer and fewer hatchlings were born, culminating in a full thousand years without a single new whelp. The Dragon Patriarch, surveying his battle-scarred elders, was losing sleep over the looming threat of extinction… Until one day, when every slumbering dragon abruptly heard the unmistakable, terrified cries of a hatchling echoing deep within their ancestral souls. Entire Dragon Race: "……？？？!!! ╰（‵□′）╯" On the Sunflare Day of 1365 in the Stellar Era, every race across Azerick was jolted awake by the earth-shaking, wrathful roars of the dragons from the distant Isle of Drakes! A lethally adorable baby dragon’s slice-of-life misadventures in another world.