Future Overlord soared high above the battlefield, his figure cutting through the air like a blade.
Below him, the once-mighty dragon turned its massive head in confusion—only to be struck as the eagle's sharp beak pierced against its skull, forcing it crashing down.
The ground trembled.
A massive crater formed as dust and debris exploded outward.
The dragon roared and tried to rise—
But Future Overlord had already appeared behind it.
Without hesitation, he unleashed the same attack.
A colossal hand of blue root-energy manifested, slamming down and crushing the dragon's tail. The beast roared in fury, its strength shaking the air itself.
Flames erupted.
The sky was swallowed by violent explosions of flickering fire. The eagle was caught in the inferno—its wooden body scorched and melting as it was hurled backward through the sky.
It struggled, wings flapping—
But Future Overlord hesitated.
For a moment.
Then he descended, landing atop the eagle's back. Placing his hand against the wooden surface, he poured soul-force energy into its roots.
The eagle roared again—revived—and charged straight at the dragon.
The dragon opened its maw.
A massive sphere of flame burst forward—
And in an instant, the eagle was completely destroyed.
It fell lifelessly, crashing into the earth.
Wo Shong Tin raised his head, a strange smile forming on his lips.
"A mystical beast… a Wood Eagle," he muttered. "They only appear in the Region Continent… known by many names."
"And yet… it died just like that."
"Why…?" Future Overlord growled, his voice filled with rage.
"Why is it impossible for me to enslave you?!"
He roared, summoning his power once more.
A massive surge of blue energy gathered in his palm—roots twisting violently within it—before he slammed it down onto the dragon's head.
This time, it cracked.
But not enough.
The dragon retaliated.
Its tail came crashing down—
But Future Overlord dashed in a zigzag, narrowly avoiding the impact. The ground shattered behind him as he launched himself forward, wind exploding outward and flattening the grasslands.
The dragon struck again.
He dodged.
Again.
And again.
Then—
Future Overlord smiled.
"…Then I have no choice."
A small artifact appeared in his hand.
A glass spider.
Delicate… yet terrifying.
Leaves seemed frozen within its transparent body.
The moment it appeared—
The dragon froze.
Fear filled its eyes.
Even the immortals in the distance went still.
"What… is that…?" someone whispered.
The spider rose into the air.
A faint, eerie sound echoed—like glass scraping against itself.
Then—
It attached to the dragon's head.
At the same moment, Future Overlord thrust his hand forward. Roots surged like a violent torrent, binding the dragon's skull completely.
He shot forward like an arrow—
And placed his hand gently against the glass spider.
Soul-force energy poured into it.
Suddenly—
The dragon's tail struck.
Future Overlord was blasted downward, crashing into the earth. Seven craters formed as his body rolled across the ground.
Blood spilled from his neck.
But he stood.
Slowly.
Turning back toward the dragon—
"…Succeed."
The dragon's head dropped.
It roared—
Then froze.
Its body trembled violently.
Inside its mind, glowing blue threads spread like a spiderweb—binding its soul.
"This artifact…" Future Overlord muttered.
"It has many names…"
"Seven Seal."
"Capturing Soul."
"…Capturing Death Spider Web."
The dragon struggled, trying to take flight—
But it was slammed back down.
Its nervous system burned with pain.
Its mind was being torn apart.
Future Overlord clenched his fists.
This artifact came with a cost.
A heavy one.
If the dragon resisted too much… he could lose limbs.
Even his life.
The dragon roared in agony.
It fought.
It resisted.
But slowly…
Tears filled its eyes.
Its strength faded.
Until—
It stopped.
It turned its head toward him.
Submission.
"It's… done."
Future Overlord's body trembled.
"…Yes."
But suddenly—
The dragon roared again.
This time—
Hungry.
Future Overlord froze.
"…Crappy… I need to feed it."
"Oh, shit."
Without hesitation, he turned—
And flew straight toward the group.
Wo Shong Tin had just awakened—
When Future Overlord appeared.
"Hey! Your friend is injured, we're trying to—"
The Woman of Peace froze mid-sentence.
A sharp root formed in the air.
Then—
Slice.
Wo Shong Tin's head fell cleanly from his body.
"Stupid… traitor…" he gasped.
Then silence.
Blood sprayed across the battlefield.
The others stepped back in horror.
Future Overlord grabbed the body—
And threw it to the dragon.
The beast devoured it instantly.
Then it lowered its head.
Obedient.
Future Overlord descended slowly, placing a hand on its head.
"Good."
"My pet now."
"We're going to do… great things together."
The Woman of Peace trembled.
Her voice wouldn't come out.
Her body shook with fear.
She turned away.
She wanted nothing to do with him.
…