“…..”

No one could speak a word as they looked at the dark green particles slowly falling like petals of snow flowers under the moonlight.

Duke Pendragon was dead.

He eradicated the witch, then his body was extinguished by the flames of her curse.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”

Killian’s roar broke the silence.

“Kuaaaghhh! Kuaaaghhhhhh!!!”

Tears flowed from his eyes like a waterfall, and he knelt on one knee after striking his sword into the ground. He shrieked like an enraged beast.

Clink!

“Your Excellency!”

“Keuuugh!”

Soldiers and knights dropped their weapons on the ground and shed tears of anger. Their lord always defeated the enemy at the forefront of every battle, leading the Pendragon Duchy to an era of glory. The death of their monarch brought an indescribable shock and grief.

“Pendragon…”

Kuwuugh…

Even centaur warriors and the Ancona Orcs could not hide their vain expressions and trembled. However, their sadness and shock was nothing compared to that of a specific being.

“How unfortunate, Queen of Dragons. Hmm?!”

Seiel turned his regretful gaze towards Soldrake, then flinched.

Kwarrrrrrruuu!

The Spirit of the Dragon was blossoming.

Wooong! Wooong!

The air was crushed under the overwhelming wave. Even the cold moonlight...