Somehow the Central Continent seemed already aware of his motives.
And thus, they send their testing pawn without delay.
"Theodore, your training is complete. Go,kill the Dragon Emperor. Do not fail God Ascalon!"
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On that day, the sky above the Western Continent had become a bruised expanse of swirling violet and oppressive gold, like a canvas of atmospheric tension.
Below, in the sprawling cities of the newly integrated territories, the teeming millions did not go about their day.
They stood on rooftops, leaned out of windows, and gathered in town squares, their eyes glued to the celestial display above.
The flickering holographic screens that usually broadcasted trade quotas and agricultural edicts were now tuned to the high-altitude sensors of the Dragon Empire.
The image was terrifyingly clear.
