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20) Abyssal Fire Chaos Dragon Empress!
🕑 Added 2026-01-10 12:42:01 +0000 UTC...
{3rd Pov}
Everyone paused for a brief moment after hearing Xyra’s announcement.
The fact that she openly proclaimed herself to be a servant of someone who bore the title “Emperor” led to the immediate assumption that the being she served was, at the very least, an Emperor-level existence.
In this world, no one dared to casually use that title without meaning it. Even so, silence only lasted a heartbeat.
“So what?!” the Space-Element Super Tier mage snapped back with a contemptuous snort.
“Even if you’re a Monarch, at most you’re merely a Great Monarch. And if you truly are the most devoted servant of this so-called ‘Emperor,’ that simply means he is at best a Half-Step Emperor! A single Forbidden Mage from the Holy City will be enough to deal with the likes of you!”
After those words were spoken, the surrounding Judicators and Heresy Court members visibly regained their composure.
Their earlier hesitation began to fade as they reorganized their thoughts.
As Super Tier elites of the Holy City, they were extremely familiar with how the power within the Emperor realm was divided and classified.
They also possessed extensive information regarding the known Emperor-level beings that existed on the planet.
From what the Holy City’s archives recorded, there was currently only one Dragon Emperor acknowledged in the world, and even that legendary creature was categorized as a Low Emperor.
Furthermore, according to the Holy City’s intelligence network, even another Dragon Emperor had bowed before the Holy City, essentially becoming a powerful subordinate under their jurisdiction.
With such knowledge in their possession, the idea that some unknown “Star Emperor” could exist without being recorded in their archives seemed unlikely.
That was why the Holy City’s forces dismissed Xyra’s claims instantly.
In their eyes, the existence she served could only be a young, Half-Step Emperor at most—someone not worth reorganizing the hierarchy of the world for.
Even if Xyra truly belonged to the Dragon race, they did not believe for a moment that she could be in a realm higher than that of a Great Monarch.
In their minds, the logic was simple—if a True Emperor existed behind her, the Holy City would have already known about it.
Therefore, with multiple Super Tier mages assembled here—each of whom had slain countless Commander-level monsters and even Monarch-level beasts—they were confident they had more than enough combined strength to subdue her.
Qin Yu’er felt her heart sink as she listened to their assessment.
As much as it pained her, she could not deny that the Super Tier mages’ reasoning sounded extremely plausible from a realistic point of view.
If what they claimed was true, then relying on Xyra was merely delaying the inevitable.
Her already battered hope began crumbling again.
But Xyra, who had been quietly observing their reactions, suddenly chuckled.
The chuckle grew into an amused laugh filled with arrogance, mockery, and a faint hint of bloodlust.
The Human Super Tier mages instantly tensed up, because this type of laughter was not the laughter of someone who was cornered or at a disadvantage.
This was the laughter of a predator amused by prey who believed themselves to be hunters.
“It is truly amusing…” Xyra finally said, her voice tinted with a wicked delight. “You humans, with barely any actual facts, dare to arrive at conclusions pulled out of where exactly? Ah yes—your ass.”
Several mages flinched at the crude insult, but Xyra didn’t stop.
“A Great Monarch, you say? A Dragon-kin?” She repeated their earlier assumptions with a mocking emphasis.
“I suppose you insects have never seen a True Dragon in their human form before.”
Her lips curved upward into a predatory grin—one that carried both cruelty and pride.
“Very well then.”
In the next instant, a terrifying aura burst outward from her body, swallowing the entire city of Venice within a suffocating pressure.
Buildings shook, lights flickered, and distant alarms blared as the very atmosphere itself trembled beneath that overwhelming force.
For the first time since this confrontation began, not a single one of the Super Tier mages dared to speak.
The entire battlefield went silent as that aura—ancient, imperial, and overwhelmingly draconic—pressed down upon them like a mountain that could crush worlds.
Xyra’s entire body became engulfed in a torrent of violet-purple flames, the fire coiling around her form like writhing serpents.
Under the overwhelming blaze, her human shape began to stretch, twist, and expand in size. Bones elongated, scales surfaced, and draconic features pushed through the fabric of her disguise.
Within seconds her delicate humanoid appearance completely vanished, replaced by the colossal form of a True Dragon—not a diluted bloodline, not a hybrid, and not some watered-down Lesser Dragon that occasionally appeared in ancient bestiaries.
This was a full-blooded Emperor-class Dragon species.
Her massive body instantly occupied the entirety of the area, and as she continued expanding, the very limits of the conjured terrain shattered.
Her wings unfurled with a tremendous snap that sent shockwaves throughout the stadium, and then through Venice itself once the place collapsed.
Buildings trembled as the sky became darkened beneath the sheer size of her wingspan.
Compared to her titanic figure, the grand architecture of Venice—famous canals, bridges, towers, and even skyscrapers—looked as insignificant as children’s playthings.
For the average citizen, her appearance could only be described as an apocalyptic scene straight out of myth.
Countless people on the streets froze mid-step, their faces drained of color as they gazed upward at a creature that should only have existed in ancient legends.
Her mere presence made the vast city feel like a miniature diorama built for her amusement.
Her aura, now fully released without suppression, descended like a crushing wave.
The air thickened and grew heavy, making it difficult to breathe.
The oppressive sensation came not just from magic—but from bloodline and existence itself.
A pressure that declared absolute supremacy, as if every living being present had been deemed inferior from birth.
The Super Tier mages, who earlier had confidently assessed the situation with their own logic, suddenly found themselves incapable of thought.
Their knees shivered, their hands trembled, and their carefully cultivated composure shattered like fragile glass.
Not a single spell was cast.
Their minds simply refused to process the phenomenon in front of them.
Even the Heresy Judgement Court Judicators—normally feared as lunatics who could battle Monarch-class monsters without blinking—stood petrified.
Their combat instincts screamed, yet their bodies refused to move.
Their gazes climbed upward toward the towering draconic form, several kilometers long, and their expressions twisted between awe, fear, and utter disbelief.
None of them had ever seen a true apex predator with their own eyes.
None of them had ever contemplated that such a being could exist on Earth in the current age.
And now, faced with that reality, every single one of them understood one terrifying and undeniable truth—
They were the prey.
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A hoarse yet unmistakably feminine voice echoed from Xyra’s colossal draconic maw, vibrating through the ruined terrain and reverberating across Venice itself.
“Humans… listen carefully. I am Xyra, the Abyssal Fire Chaos Dragon—Empress of all Dragon Kind, and the most devoted servant of Lord Star Emperor. Under his decree, I shall dispense punishment for your insolence in daring to oppose him!”
Her declaration rolled through the surroundings like thunder, amplified by the sheer force of her Emperor-level aura.
Dozens of Super Tier mages, Judicators, and various staff members were reduced to near statues, unable to even twitch.
Their bodies instinctively refused to move, as survival instincts overrode rational thought.
Then, as expected, there was always one person who had to voice the obvious.
“E-Emperor! A true Emperor!” the man screamed, his voice cracking as if his throat had been squeezed shut.
Upon hearing it spoken aloud, the others finally understood the magnitude of what stood before them.
The title alone—Emperor—was enough to devastate their composure.
Their trembling intensified until fear completely overtook any martial pride they once held. Some people even attempted to flee in blind panic, abandoning all sense of dignity or loyalty.
But Xyra merely sneered, the corners of her draconic maw curling with disdain.
She locked down her aura upon the fleeing individuals, and the effect was instantaneous.
Their Spiritual Seas ruptured with audible cracks—though in truth it was a spiritual explosion rather than physical.
One by one they collapsed, their bodies spasming while their cultivation was abolished.
There was no flashy magic, no grand spell formula, and no gesture.
For an Emperor, it was simply the natural consequence of superiority.
Xyra possessed mastery over the Chaos Element, and as a result, destroying the cultivation of anyone below Forbidden Tier with nothing but her gaze was merely one of her innate applications.
With her power fully unleashed, even the spiritual foundations of Super Tier mages were as fragile as paper dolls.
Not a single person doubted anymore—this was not a negotiable situation, nor an exaggerated claim.
This was the raw, unfiltered dominance of an Emperor-class entity.
Her powers terrified everyone present to the core.
Even Qin Yu’er, who had already endured betrayals and humiliations moments prior, collapsed back onto the ground, her legs giving out as she witnessed the true prowess of her savior.
“E-Emperor…” she muttered, barely able to form the word.
Her voice trembled as if her throat could not comprehend speaking aloud something so monumental.
She simply could not believe that an Emperor had appeared personally—much less to save her.
A Freaking Emperor.
As she processed this reality, her eyes suddenly widened with a shocking realization—one that forced her mind into even deeper chaos.
‘If the servant of Lord Star Emperor is an Emperor… and not just any Emperor, but a Dragon Emperor… then just what kind of existence is Lord Star Emperor himself?’
The thought made her chest tighten as cold fear crawled through her spine.
The terrifying conclusion was unavoidable: she had previously rejected such an entity.
She had been arrogant—or perhaps naive—enough to deny someone who clearly operated on a level beyond anything she could comprehend.
Worse, she had even doubted his legitimacy and questioned his intentions.
But now, with Xyra revealed as a true Emperor and a Dragon Emperor at that—and merely a servant of Lord Star Emperor—Qin Yu’er understood how absurd her previous assumptions had been.
The gap between an ordinary High-Tier mage and an Emperor was already the difference between ant and mountain, yet in this case that was merely the gap between Qin Yu’er and the servant.
The gap between Qin Yu’er and Lord Star Emperor might as well be the gap between dirt beneath one’s foot and the endless sky above.
She felt genuine fear—not of Xyra, but of the implications behind the name “Star Emperor.”
Everyone present knew a single universal truth that was written into the bones of the magical world: Dragons were inherently superior to other monster races within the same Tier.
Their bodies, their bloodlines, their elemental affinities, and their innate arrogance made them unmatched.
Even an ordinary Dragon at Monarch Tier possessed combat prowess that rivaled or outright crushed other apex creatures.
Therefore, the idea of a Dragon Emperor submitting to anyone was practically unthinkable.
Austin himself—known as the Black Dragon Emperor residing in the Tryant Mountains—was already a Low Emperor and yet had never submitted to a single being in his entire life.
Similarly, the Light Dragon under the Holy City was technically classified as a divine beast, yet even that dragon was only under control due to being summoned by an Archangel using a specific divine summoning contract.
It was not a matter of loyalty—it was a matter of forced obedience through higher authority.
Now, with Xyra’s appearance, a third known True Dragon had emerged into the world, and not only was she openly an Emperor, she was already serving under a mysterious and likely even more terrifying Emperor known as the Star Emperor.
The hierarchy this implied shattered countless assumptions about where true power in the world actually lay.
“Humans! Prostrate yourselves and kill yourselves for insulting my Lord! If you do that, I shall promise to spare your city!” Xyra declared, her voice booming through the Venetian skies like a thunderclap amplified through the clouds themselves.
Her words carried the full weight of Emperor-level authority—there was no hesitation, no restraint, and no room for negotiation.
The threat was not figurative; it was literal and absolute.
Every Dragon-type mount stationed in the city—whether tamed beasts, partially domesticated species, or sealed Dragon-kin—immediately trembled and collapsed to the ground in submission.
Some visibly shivered and tapped their foreheads against the ground, instinctively prostrating themselves before the presence of a superior Dragon bloodline.
The Judicators and the members of the Heresy Judgement Court heard her proclamation and their faces instantly twisted in horror.
For the first time, they understood the scale of the offense they had committed.
Xyra was not merely asking for an apology or demanding reparations—she was demanding their lives as payment for insulting her Lord.
It was the ultimate form of compensation in the eyes of a Dragon: life for honor.
Qin Yu’er heard Xyra’s terrifying decree and instinctively wanted to speak up.
A part of her wanted to plead for mercy—not for the Heresy Judgement Court, but for the innocent people in Venice who had no involvement.
However, the moment she remembered how those same Judicators had treated her—how they had tried to mutilate her, seal her, mock her, and condemn her without hesitation—she bit down on her lips and forced herself to remain silent.
She understood with terrifying clarity that she was not qualified to negotiate with someone like Xyra, much less with the Star Emperor himself.
In front of such beings she could not even consider the idea of attempting to change their decision.
In truth, she felt a grim sense of satisfaction watching those Judicators tremble like insects—because in her eyes they were no better than demons disguised as humans.
If they died it would simply be karmic justice.
However, just as Xyra continued her suffocating pressure, the entire sky above Venice suddenly brightened, as if daytime sunlight had forcibly burst through the battlefield.
Xyra’s massive dragon-body reacted immediately; she raised her horned head, her massive purple pupils narrowing sharply, the flickering abyssal flames around her shifting from dominance to caution.
“Heavenly Sorrowful Rainbow!” a man’s voice thundered from above, and a figure appeared suspended in the air.
The moment his voice echoed, the defensive array surrounding the entirety of Venice began to resonate in unison, as if recognizing the command or responding to an activation sequence.
Several items floating around the man dissolved into pure starlight that threaded itself into the sky.
In an instant the celestial alignment began—Star Palaces lit up one by one in a continuous chain, forming a complete Star Universe.
Each Star Palace linked seamlessly to the next, as though thousands of constellations and astral runes had overlapped into a single ultimate formation.
It was not merely a spell—it was a mechanism of astral law where every single star was connected and reinforced by every other star.
He was one of the few Forbidden Curse Mages responsible for guarding the city, and among the extremely small number of magicians in the entire world who could deploy a Forbidden Magic spell without relying on a Forbidden Artifact or external medium.
His sudden appearance made the situation obvious—Venice had prepared a full defensive force for the World Tournament, and the Heresy Judgement Court’s interference had triggered their highest authority protocols.
Furthermore, Xyra was fighting within Venice itself, a location layered with complex magic arrays that were designed specifically to assist in Forbidden Tier spellcasting.
These formations included external catalytic items, condensed energy cores, and astral conduits that allowed Forbidden Mages to ignore long chanting periods.
As a result, the Forbidden Mage in the sky completed a full Forbidden Tier Magic in mere seconds—an achievement that would normally be unthinkable.
Ten beams of radiant light converged high above the atmosphere, their luminosity outshining even the sun.
The entire sky turned golden, and the radiance spread to cover thousands of square kilometers.
The beams gathered into seven distinct orbs of concentrated light, each one pulsing with catastrophic magical power before linking together like chains and descending toward Xyra in the form of a shimmering, brilliantly colored astral rainbow.
Xyra, who had barely begun charging her attack, instantly reacted.
She snapped her colossal wings forward, folding them across her massive dragon-body to form a layered defensive barrier.
However, the Forbidden Tier Magic struck before she could finish reinforcing her defense.
A deafening boom erupted through the air.
The force rippled outward like a shockwave, causing the entire Venice metropolis to tremble violently as if struck by an earthquake.
The atmosphere became saturated with pure Light Element mana, overwhelming every other elemental signature in the vicinity and rendering any non-Light magic almost instantly unusable.
Xyra roared in pain as she endured the full brunt of the Forbidden Curse Magic attack, her massive dragon body shaking under its terrifying pressure.
The strike did not simply wound her scales but tore through the air and ground alike, showing that its destructive capability was not something even an Supreme Monarch-level creature could withstand casually.
Meanwhile, Astreo, who had been observing everything from a safe vantage point, was utterly shocked by the sheer insanity of the situation.
The Forbidden Curse Tier Magic had been deployed directly within a populated city that housed hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians.
To him, it was not merely reckless—it was completely deranged.
These mages truly did not care about the lives of the common people who lived beneath them.
Their arrogance and disregard for collateral damage was on full display.
Yet when he thought about it more rationally, it also made a twisted kind of sense.
The Forbidden Curse Mage in command had sensed the sudden appearance of a True Emperor in the city, and not just any Emperor, but a Dragon Emperor.
That alone would force even the highest-ranked magical authorities to immediately assume the absolute worst-case scenario.
If a True Dragon Emperor was here, the possibility of total city destruction was real, so they acted instantly to suppress and potentially eliminate Xyra before the situation escalated beyond their control.
The Forbidden Tier Mage wasted no time.
He immediately decided that striking now for a decisive blow was the correct course of action since the city’s magic array remained fully active and undamaged.
Under the protection and amplification of the Venice City Array, Forbidden Tier spells could be cast in mere moments rather than the lengthy preparation times they would normally require.
If Xyra survived long enough for the array to break or destabilize, then even for a Forbidden Mage like him, it would take several minutes just to align the stars correctly and initiate the spell—a delay that might very well prove fatal against a True Emperor.
Now for the Forbidden Tier Light mage even if the aftermath of the Forbidden Curse Magic killed hundreds of thousands of civilians and wiped out every single National Team competitor without exception, the Forbidden Mage did not care in the slightest.
In his eyes, such losses were insignificant when compared to the potential threat of a living Emperor-class Dragon.
From his perspective, the corpse of a slain Dragon Emperor would instantly compensate for every casualty and all destruction caused.
The remains of an Emperor-class dragon were priceless beyond measure.
Just a small handful of scales from its dead body would be enough to make every nation swallow their outrage, shut their mouths, and even praise him for having made the “correct” decision.
This was the level of cruel logic that governed the uppermost tiers of magical authorities.
And it became clear that although the Forbidden Mage had reacted within a matter of seconds, his actions were not careless.
They carried a frightening amount of strategic calculation.
It was not just blind aggression—it had clear reasoning behind it.
Xyra roared furiously as the destructive light continued to pour down on her colossal form. Her massive dragon body shook for a moment before erupting with a torrent of Chaos Magic.
The chaotic flames and demonic fire coiled around her, forming a protective barrier that absorbed and devoured the remnants of the Forbidden Curse damage.
The ground beneath Venice trembled as shockwaves spread from her body, further warping the devastated space around her.
The Forbidden Tier Light Mage, who had just unleashed a Forbidden spell that consumed half of his total mana and required the amplification of the Venice Array, could only watch in absolute disbelief.
His strongest attack—an attack at the peak of the Forbidden Tier—simply vanished into Xyra’s chaotic flames as if it had never existed at all.
Xyra’s colossal draconic eyes instantly locked onto the Forbidden Tier Light Mage, her glare alone enough to make the air around him chill and distort.
The moment their gazes met, the Light Mage felt his entire body tremble uncontrollably, as an instinctive fear assaulted his mind—something primal deep within him recognized her as a natural predator that existed far above his level.
As he hastily tried to activate his Space Element and escape through teleportation, an invisible force seized him.
In the next instant, his entire body was restrained by a spatial lock.
It was unmistakably Super Tier Space Magic, executed so flawlessly that it instantly rendered his own Space Element entirely useless.
His pupils shrank in disbelief, unable to process how someone could restrict him so casually and why the fuck they even did that?!
Before he could even shout out to demand which mage had interfered with his spell, a concentrated beam of pure chaotic mana erupted from Xyra’s massive maw.
The beam struck him head-on at point-blank range.
There was no scream, no resistance, and not even time for regret—his body was reduced to nothingness on contact, annihilated so thoroughly that not even a single atom remained to prove he had ever existed.
But that devastating execution was merely the beginning.
The chaotic flames coiling around Xyra’s body intensified, and she unleashed the remaining portion of the Forbidden Tier Light Curse that she had absorbed moments earlier.
The absorbed energy twisted and mutated under her control, turning into a terrifying breath attack composed of seven dark, destructive colors swirling together like a nightmarish aurora of death.
With a single roar, she fired the catastrophic beam toward the city of Venice.
The seven-colored breath tore through the atmosphere, producing violent shockwaves that shattered magical barriers and cracked the sky’s dimensional fabric.
The beam struck Venice directly, its destructive force sweeping across buildings, streets, canals, and plazas without discrimination.
The magic formations and defensive nodes that protected the city were vaporized instantly, proving how overwhelmingly powerful a True Emperor’s retaliation truly was.
In a single devastating attack, tens of thousands of people—along with several unfortunate National Teams who happened to be positioned in the direction of the blast—were instantly obliterated without even leaving ashes behind.
There wasn’t a chance to scream, defend, or even comprehend what had happened.
The seven-colored breath razed entire city blocks for several miles, shredding buildings, monuments, streets, and magical infrastructures before tearing straight through a mountain ridge behind the city.
The destructive beam continued for dozens of kilometers more, wiping out all forms of life in its path.
Monsters, humans, trees, forests, animals, hills, and every man-made structure were erased from existence as if they had never been there in the first place.
In just a single moment, more than one-fourth of Venice simply vanished from the map.
Xyra let out another thunderous roar full of fury, hatred, and the burning desire to punish humanity for daring to lay a hand on someone under the protection of the Lord Star Emperor.
Her colossal body shook as she inhaled once more, preparing to unleash yet another attack—one that would not stop until the entire city was reduced to rubble and corpses.
Her intention was clear: obliterate Venice completely and remove it from the face of the world.
But just before she could release the second breath attack, a voice echoed directly within her mind, firm yet calm, authoritative yet intimate:
‘Xyra, that is enough. Remember the reason I sent you.’
The voice belonged to Astreo—her master and husband, the one she loyally served and the one whose orders she would never disobey.
Immediately her murderous intent wavered, her breath halted mid-build, and those enormous wings trembled as she swallowed back the attack she was about to unleash.
She immediately calmed herself down the moment she heard Astreo’s voice and lowered her massive head to look at the stadium below.
From her enormous perspective it was laughably tiny—barely comparable to the size of a single sharp nail on one of her colossal claws.
If not for the fact she was floating, just her claws could have destroyed the entire stadium.
The contrast was absurd and terrifying, visual proof of the overwhelming gap between an Emperor-class being and ordinary mortals.
In the next moment, her gigantic draconic body compressed and shrank, returning to her humanoid form with smooth elegance, purple flames retracting into her skin as if being extinguished by an unseen force.
When she finally landed on the remains of the stadium floor.
The Judicators and Holy Court officials, who had been frozen in paralyzing fear ever since witnessing her true form, did not even breathe.
Xyra gave them a single, cold glance—nothing more than that—and lightly waved her hand.
A ripple of Chaos Magic burst out instantly, completely bypassing every defensive measure they possessed.
All of them vomited blood simultaneously as their Spiritual Seas shattered, their cultivation abolished in an instant.
Their magic, status, and power—everything they once took pride in—was gone forever.
They collapsed onto the ground like discarded dolls, unable to comprehend how easy it was for her to destroy what they had spent decades building.
Qin Yu’er, meanwhile, stood in shock too profound for her to even form words.
Her mind couldn’t catch up with what she had just witnessed.
Even the pain from her missing palms felt distant.
When Xyra’s eyes turned toward her, Qin Yu’er felt her entire body tremble as if her instincts were screaming at her to kneel and lower her head.
A single glance from an Emperor was enough to pressure her soul into submission.
She was just about to kneel when Xyra muttered, her tone dismissive yet commanding:
“Stop, human… Do not kneel. Quickly gather your two palms. The Lord has summoned me— we must leave immediately.”
Qin Yu’er froze on the spot, stunned into silence as her brain attempted to process what Xyra had just said.
Only then did she fully realize a harsh and brutal truth—she no longer had hands.
Both of her severed palms were lying on the cracked stadium floor like discarded pieces of trash, still bleeding and half-covered in frost and dust.
For a moment she simply stared at them, her mind delayed by shock and pain, unable to react properly.
She instinctively tried to reach forward to pick them up, only to be met with the absurdity of the situation—how exactly was she supposed to grab anything without her own palms attached to her wrists?
The moment the realization sank in, her expression twisted between humiliation, disbelief, and helplessness.
Xyra let out an annoyed grumble, clearly impatient with the inefficiency of humans in general.
Without another word, she bent down and picked up Qin Yu’er’s two severed palms herself.
She held them as casually as if she were carrying groceries, and then spoke in a firm yet calm tone:
“Prepare yourself. You are about to meet Lord Star Emperor.”
Qin Yu’er could only nod silently.
She had no mental strength left to question anything.
She was still trying to sort out the sequence of events—her betrayal, her capture, her attempted execution, the appearance of an Emperor, the destruction of the Judicators, the Forbidden Magic, and the near annihilation of an entire city.
Everything had happened too fast for her consciousness to keep up.
In the very next instant, without any flashy light or dramatic sign, both Xyra and Qin Yu’er vanished from the ruined stadium, leaving behind only chaos, corpses, and an entire city in shock.
The aftermath was worse than anything the spectators or participants had imagined.
As if the previous destruction had not been enough, all the surviving Dragon mounts within Venice suddenly went berserk.
The moment their instincts detected the dominance of the Dragon Emperor, they lost the ability to suppress their natural urges.
They rampaged uncontrollably through streets and plazas, crushing civilians beneath their claws and tearing apart anything that moved.
To them, the common population was no different than insects being squashed underfoot.
Within minutes, the city of Venice was thrown into complete pandemonium.
One-fourth of the city had already been obliterated by Xyra’s earlier attack, and now the remaining portions were being ravaged by furious Dragon beasts.
Buildings collapsed, streets cracked, and the screams of terrified civilians echoed through the city.
There was no military force capable of restoring order in a instant, and the influence of the Holy Court had vanished the moment their elites were crippled.
The city of Venice had been almost completely destroyed.
To be continued...
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Ralph
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