A being sharpened by countless lifetimes. A being whose very existence made war with the Dragon race impossible.
And as for the other races? They could try.
But none had succeeded. Because to strike the Dragon Emperor was to challenge the entire Dragon race—and that was a war no race could win.
Not now. Not ever.
"Use your methods," the Dragon Emperor said coldly, voice like steel echoing through the ruined sky. "Drop the act."
Draeven and Aephyra stood still for a moment, exchanging a glance.
They had hoped... perhaps... there would be another way. But there wasn't. Not against him.
They sighed, their expressions firming.
"This is for our son." Their voices were soft—but resolute. Unshakable.
In the next instant, their bodies surged with a dreadful glow.
They burned their soul essence — their lifespan—
To temporarily sever the shackle of the Dragon Emperor's bloodline dominance.
