BOOM!
A deafening explosion tore through the battlefield. Nearly all were reduced to nothing—fewer than a hundred remained. But Drakion didn't stop. Like a relentless tempest, he hunted the rest down and exterminated them without mercy.
Yet, as he lifted his gaze, the Heavens still watched.
The dark clouds had not dissipated. Their fury remained.
And that made him flare with rage.
CRACKLE! CRACKLE!
Drakion glared at the brooding skies above, his voice like molten fire.
"Fuck you, Heaven. If you wanna eliminate me, you'll have to do more than that."
In that instant, his wrath ignited the Devouring Dragon Bloodline. His Draconic Aura surged, rising like a tidal storm.
The Heavens heard Drakion's blasphemy—and their fury boiled over, ready to erase him completely...
Until they felt it.
That aura—that presence.
Something they would never forget.
Without wasting a second, the Heavens picked up their heels...
And ran for their dear celestial life.
