"You... you... damn garbage!"
Arkan's furious roar shook the heavens as he hovered above the shattered continent, his eyes burning with a tangible hatred. Blood dripped from his mouth, and his once-magnificent armor had been reduced to a battered shell, its crimson plates cracked and its golden edges tarnished by the destruction that had engulfed him. Nevertheless, the Dragon Slayer King remained standing, refusing to let the countless warriors watching from below witness him collapse.
The explosion of the Double Ancestor Domain had inflicted far more than superficial injuries upon him. Its destructive force had penetrated his body, rippled through his soul, and even damaged the foundations of his bloodline.
Such injuries would require an enormous amount of time and resources to recover from, severely hindering his preparations for the Ancestor Tomb and potentially destroying his chances of reaching it altogether.
But that was not the worst of his problems.
