After the former learned that Ian had killed the Wing General, they knew things were going awry. They had been drained of their Spirit Substance by the Wing General and had long become weak and frail. Escaping into the wild would only make them prey for other beasts, so they simply gave up and followed Ian. At least they could live a little longer. Who knew if Phantom Sun might just treat them like a fart and let them go?
As for the latter... the reason they chose to follow Ian was quite straightforward.
They were subdued.
"For whatever reason, all of you are willing to join my Dragon Worship Cult."
On the blue high platform, the Glazed-Glass Dragon leaned against its bladed wings, overlooking the many beasts either bowing or showing their bellies below. Ian, who was long used to this sight, said calmly, "Since you all are willing to abide by my rules and have persisted until now, I will fulfill my promise."
"I will teach you ways to become stronger."
