Okov looked as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. He pointed a claw at Adam. "Beasts? You call dragonkind beasts? Chris, my child, whatever put such an absurd idea in your head?"
He could feel energy gathering in the horns aimed straight at him, and in the air around them ice elements were stirring that would not obey his command. "You mean to resist? It's useless. You may have a dragonkind body, but you will never truly know how mighty dragonkind are. Against me you have no chance at all."
From Okov's words Adam could tell that in ancient times there had been dragons of Transdimensional rank among dragonkind—though surely only a rare handful. Perhaps they had found a few newborn planes, but before they had time to witness the true horrors of the void, Katos had dragged them into the quagmire of war. Otherwise a race carrying a cross-plane inheritance would never have bred such a conceited view of the world.