“Inkarthus’ dragon heart is going on a rampage?” Siegfried muttered after reading the message that popped up in front of his eyes.0

“I will kill… all… I will kill all of you… Hahaha!” Inkarthus exclaimed, cackling as if he was deranged. Then, he roared, “Heed my words, my rampaging heart! Spread thy destruction with the wind…!”0

The First Black Dragon managed to squeeze out every bit of strength remaining in his body to use Dragon Tongue one final time with one HP left.0

Whooooosh!0

A powerful gust of wind blew from the south, and it slowly turned into a storm that raged northward.0

“I am going to meet my demise here, but I shall not die alone! I will bring half of the continent to accompany me to the afterlife! Bwahaha!”0

These were Inkarthus’ final words, or rather, his dying will. The First Black Dragon, revered and feared by the ancient people as an evil god, stayed true to his nature and remained evil until his final moments.0

“That crazy dragon!” Siegfried screamed while fighting against the wind with his Black Crow ...0