"Ah, Aurithon… you old dragon… why can't you just give up!?"
The Dragon Eater roared, thrashing violently across the scorched earth, writhing in agony. Every inch of its colossal body screamed with pain.
"Did you think I wouldn't prepare for your Dragon Eater scheme?"
Aurithon's voice thundered within the Dragon Eater's mind, calm yet crushing in its weight. The Dragon Eater growled, its rage mounting.
The crowd looked on in stunned silence, watching the Dragon Eater's howls of torment echo through the skies.
Their eyes then turned to Drakion's still form, lying motionless on the ground like a fallen warrior—lifeless, unmoving. Many among them scoffed, shaking their heads. Some, however, smiled with twisted delight. Drakion had dared to defy the Emperors—beings revered as the mightiest on the Origin Continent. Now, it seemed, he was suffering Heaven's retribution.
