CRACKKKK!!!
The obsidian gates of the Sanctum exploded.
Shattered black metal flew like shrapnel, embedding deep into the walls and ground. Fires flickered and died. Defensive runes flared red-hot and then blinked out—overwhelmed. And in the center of it all, floating in radiant silence, was Kaeryx.
Its eyes glowed like molten moons. Essence rippled from its body like solar winds, washing over every inch of the Sanctum.
Every drakekin froze.
Some dropped to their knees.
Others collapsed outright, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Weapons slipped from claws. Wings folded in fear. Those who remained standing clutched at their heads, struggling to keep conscious under the sheer weight of divine ancestry.
Even Ethan, halfway down the ridge, stumbled slightly.
His breath caught.
"…No way…"
He hadn't expected it to be this absolute. He'd counted on Kaeryx's presence throwing them into disarray—but this... this was bloodline dominance at a level he hadn't even imagined.
