But now, they had returned.
Evolved. Divine. Unforgiving.
Aetherion Drakonveil—the Dragon Emperor—roared.
But the sound was swallowed by the fire.
There was no salvation. No glory. No final strike.
Only ash. His soul at that moment, ceased to exist
[Your subordinate has killed the Dragon Emperor and claimed the title]
[Title acquired: Dragon Emperor]
[He has inherited the memories, skills, and divine methods of all previous Dragon Emperors]
Ethan stared in stunned silence, his breath caught in his throat.
It was done.
Kaeryx—no, his Kaeryx—had slain the impossible. The tyrant of dragons, the one even the heavens bowed to, was dead. And with that death came a shift so profound it rippled through the very fabric of the world.
But Heavens did not take defeat quietly.
Ethan watched, helpless and awestruck, as the skies above that realm twisted. The gods stirred.
