Lirael dragged me to the Dragon Summit—an floating island where every ancient dragon in the continent gathered once a decade.
Hundreds of massive beasts stared as I landed.
A gold dragon twice Lirael's size sneered. "A hatchling? At the Summit? Pathetic."
I smiled sweetly and allocated ∞ into Presence.
The entire island tilted as my aura flattened every dragon under Level 300 like pancakes.
The Gold Dragon coughed blood.
I bowed politely. "Hi, uncles and aunties. I'm Kurogane. I break things. Nice to meet you."
The Dragon King (Level 612) laughed so hard the sky cracked.
"Lirael… you have birthed the end times."