An Extra’s POV

"The White Dragon Lord has emerged victorious in the third exchange!"

Every spectator went crazy with cheers and a standing ovation as they witnessed the win streak of the White Dragon Lord—Head of the Dragon Academy, and one of the most esteemed Lords in the Empire.

There had been rumors of her downfall spreading around, but those were clearly false.

After all… not only had she defeated three various Dragon Lords in the three rounds she had fought in, but the opponent she just beat was none other than the Storm Dragon Lord—someone regarded as being nearly invincible.

"K-keuk…"

Vai’zel groaned as he struggled to rise back to his feet. The entire arena quaked as a result of the aftermath of the match, but his immediate environment trembled due to his growing embarrassment.

He never expected to lose—at least, not to a weakling like the White Dragon Lord.

’What happened? What changed?!’ His eyes seemed to ask as he stared at the victorious woman before him.

She had completely overwhelmed him.

"Now then… for her fourth and final fight… The White Dragon Lord will be facing none other than the Frost Dragon Lord—Lady Ce’leste!"

Everyone cheered as the biggest contender for prettiest Dragon stepped into the arena, her icy form and ethereal beauty captivating the audience.

No one could pick between Frey’ja and Ce’leste when it came to looks. One looked like a pure angel, and the other resembled an icy devil.

Since the Frost Dragon Lord rarely showed herself, the title for most beautiful usually went to the White Dragon Lord.

However, with the two now side by side, the crowd was at an impasse.

Unable to make the choice, they sat back and watched the two ladies prepare to fight—hoping desperately that the Lords could settle their superiority with this fight.

After all, the strongest would definitely be regarded as the most beautiful.

Everyone fell silent and watched with tense decorum.

"Let the Exhibition… begi—!"

~BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!~

The excited, but serene atmosphereo f the Dragon Arena shattered like fragile glass as a massive shadow hurtled through the sky, crashing into the ground with an earth-shaking impact.

Dust and debris erupted in all directions, cloaking the arena in a dense veil of smoke. The assembled dignitaries—a sea of Dragon Generals, emissaries, and noble clans from the Dragon Empire—stared in stunned silence.

The arena was meant to be the stage for a ceremonial exchange between the Dragon Lords, a revered event showcasing the Empire’s unity and strength. Now, it had transformed into something akin to a battlefield. Discover more content at empire

~FSSHUUUUUUUU!!!~

As the dust began to settle, a collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Lying at the epicenter of the crater was a bloodied and broken figure—a Dragon Lord. His once-proud scales were charred, his massive wings torn to tatters, and his aura dimmed to a faint, flickering ember.

He was barely recognizable, but his identity was unmistakable to those gathered.

The Old Dragon Lord—the most powerful entity in the Empire aside from the Dragon Emperor—lay beaten and defeated, his battered body twitching feebly.

His voice was a faint rasp as he pleaded.

"M-mercy... please... help me..."

Above him, descending with an ominous stillness, was Rey.

His figure was wreathed in a pulsating, seemingly unreal energy—a crimson aura that radiated a pressure so intense it felt as if the air itself had been stripped of its life force. His gaze was cold and unyielding, his whitish silver hair catching the light like a blade drawn for execution.

The silence was oppressive, broken only by the Old Dragon Lord’s labored breaths.

"Who... who dares?" one of the Dragon Generals finally growled, stepping forward.

His voice trembled, though he masked it with bravado.

Rey didn’t bother to answer. His piercing gaze swept over the gathered Dragon Lords, their entourages, and finally rested on the Dragon Emperor, who sat on his towering golden throne high above the arena.

The Dragon Emperor’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward ever so slightly. His regal presence was formidable, yet even he seemed caught off guard by the sheer audacity of this intrusion.

"HUMAN!"

The Storm Dragon roared, his voice deep and commanding. "You have trespassed in the heart of the Dragon Empire. Do you understand the gravity of your actions?"

Rey didn’t respond immediately.Instead, he raised a single hand. The gesture was subtle, yet the power it exuded was anything but.

A group of Dragon Generals—meant to be the guards and welfare staff of the event—leapt into action, their instincts overriding their better judgment. They charged at Rey with weapons drawn, scales glowing with the power of their draconic lineage.

Each of them activated their strongest Skills as they attempted to close the distance in a flash.

They didn’t get far.

~VWUUUUUUUUUUMMMM!!!~

The air around Rey shimmered, and an invisible force rippled outward.

In an instant, the charging Generals disintegrated, their bodies reduced to nothing more than ash. The residual energy from their obliteration left scorch marks on the arena floor.

"....?!!" The crowd recoiled in collective horror.

Even the Dragon Lords, the most powerful beings in the Empire stared in disbelief. The sheer effortlessness with which Rey had annihilated the Generals was unlike anything they had ever witnessed.

"This is madness!" Vai’zel said once again, his voice tinged with both anger and fear. "Do you realize who you’re facing? The might of the Dragon Empire—"

"I don’t care."

Rey’s gaze snapped to him, and the Dragon Lord’s words died in his throat.

"Hahaha… you’re insane! You think this will be anything like what happened in the Land of those Elves? That Old Lord might have gone easy on you, but—!"

"You will all face me," Rey interrupted his words coldly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Every last one of you. Dragon Lords, Generals, Emperor—none of you will leave this place alive."

The declaration sent a shockwave through the arena.

The dignitaries in the stands exchanged nervous glances, their confidence in the Empire’s supremacy beginning to waver. After being interrupted twice, his pride could no longer take the disrespect and fear he was experiencing, so Vai’zel stepped forward.

Emboldened by desperation and a strong desire to prove himself to his Emperor who was watching in disapproving silence, he shouted.

"You’re just one foolish human! You can’t possibly—"

Rey didn’t let him finish.

~VWUUUSH!~

A crimson tendril of energy shot out from his aura, piercing the Storm Dragon Lord through the chest and suspending him in midair.

"E-ehh…?" The Lord’s eyes widened in shock and pain before his body crumbled into dust, scattered by the wind.

The silence that followed was deafening.

"Next." He said.

The remaining Dragon Lords exchanged wary glances. One by one, they stepped forward, forming a line right beneath the shadow of their Emperor’s throne. Despite their fear, they could not allow this affront to go unanswered.

Frey’ja seemed particularly conflicted, but she stood beside her comrades as they faced the obvious threat together.

"Together," The Frost Dragon Lord muttered, glancing at her comrades. "We take him together."

Rey’s aura flared in response, the crimson energy spiraling around him like a living entity. He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable.

"You think numbers will save you?" he said, his voice laced with disdain. "You’re welcome to try."

The dignitaries in the audience began to back away, sensing the imminent destruction. The arena, once a symbol of the Dragon Empire’s unity, was now a battlefield poised on the brink of annihilation.

Falling slowly from the sky, Rey landed right where the Old Dragon Lord’s fragile body remained.

In one simple descent—

~CRUNCH!~

—He ended the pathetic life of the miserable old creature.

Rey took a step forward, his movements deliberate and unhurried. His eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to pierce through the soul of everyone present.

"You have ruled for long enough…" He said, his voice echoing across the arena. "You have basked in your power, your arrogance.

He coldly cast his gaze up, at the one who looked down on him from his place high above in sheer silence—the Dragon Emperor.

"But now, your time has come."

K’arba’diel’s expression darkened, and he finally opened his lips to speak.

"You are not the Hero…"

Rey stopped, standing in the center of the arena. The broken corpse of the Old Dragon Lord lay right behind his feet, a stark reminder of his power.

"I don’t need to be." He replied simply. "I am the one who will end you."

"Try."

~VWUUUUUUUSSSHHH!~.

The crimson aura around him surged, expanding outward in a wave of raw energy that shook the very foundations of the arena. The Dragon Lords braced themselves, their scales glowing as they prepared for the inevitable clash.

Without wasting any time, they all transformed into their full Dragon form—their multiple horns rising as their colossal bodies cast dark shadows on Rey’s lone form.

Despite the sheer intensity of that moment, he didn’t show any hint of fear.

Instead, his gaze swept over them one final time.

"All of you… " Rey whispered, his voice low but carrying a weight that silenced the entire arena.

"I’ll kill you all."

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