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Chapter 759  Ran Away Out Of Fear?

Behind them, a legion of draconians marched in lockstep, the sound of their boots reverberating like the drumbeat of an inevitable doom.

He stopped just a hundred feet away from Rowena, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a sinister gleam, "Rowena," he drawled, his voice a mix of mockery and amusement, "you have no idea how pleased I am to meet you again—here, in your own lands. Today will be a historic day for my kingdom, at the cost of yours. But... you know the only thing that disappointed me the most today?"

Rowena remained silent, her figure rigid, her fingers tightening around the handle of her whip. She stared him down, her crimson eyes cold and unwavering.

Drakar smirked, pacing a step closer, "It was when I just heard, after arriving here, that your little alien king had left the kingdom for some supposed \'duty.\'"

His tone turned mocking, dripping with scorn, "But now that we\'re here, face-to-face, let\'s speak the truth. That dog ran out of his own kingdom out of fear, didn\'t he? Abandoning you and his people. Or maybe... they were never his people, to begin with. He\'s just an alien, after all. Why would any of you matter to him? He has no roots in these lands."

For the briefest moment, Rowena\'s crimson eyes quivered, a flicker of emotion betraying her icy exterior. But just as quickly, they returned to their steely calm.

Drakar caught it. He grinned wickedly, his fanged smile splitting his pale face as he pointed a clawed finger at her, "Ah, ah, ah. Looks like I hit a nerve. So, something I said must be true." His voice turned mocking, his words cutting deeper with each syllable, "How tragic. I almost believed he was truly loyal to you and your people after all the bravado he showed before me. But it seems he used you and discarded you, just as your kingdom teeters on the edge of oblivion."

Rowena\'s expression remained cold, her gaze fixed on him. Yet the simmering flames in her eyes betrayed the storm brewing beneath the surface.

Drakar tilted his head, his lips curling into a sinister smile, "You might pretend to be unfazed, but I know better. You put your hopes on him, didn\'t you? Hoped his so-called immortal power would crush us. Too bad for you, it wouldn\'t have mattered anyway. But don\'t feel bad just yet." He stepped forward, his tone dropping to a menacing whisper, "I\'ll find him soon enough, no matter where he hides. And then, I\'ll watch you both beg for mercy. I\'ll give it to you... but only after I\'ve had my fun. Breaking strong women like you has always been a favorite of mine. And your father? He\'ll be watching from the Seven Hells, tearing his heart out as I do it, hahaha."

Drakar\'s men also erupted into laughter, the sound grating and cruel. Their jeers echoed across the battlefield, feeding off their king\'s malice. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

Then the air changed.

A shadow fell over the land, vast and oppressive, swallowing the dim light of the bloody moon. The laughter stopped, frozen in the throats of Drakar\'s soldiers as a low, chilling rumble thundered across the battlefield. Heads turned upward, and eyes widened in terror as the dark clouds parted, revealing a colossal form descending from the heavens.

Flaralis.

The dragon\'s immense, majestic form dwarfed everything below. Its dark golden scales shimmered like molten gold tinged with crimson, each movement casting dazzling patterns across the land. Its horns twisted toward the skies like a crown of the gods, and its eyes—deep, ageless pools of crimson—burned with an omniscient gaze that sent a collective shiver through Drakar\'s forces.

With a deafening thud, Flaralis landed behind Rowena, the ground trembling beneath its weight as if a small earthquake just occurred.

Its massive wings folded gracefully, and its maw lowered to hover just above Rowena, a protective guard glaring down at Drakar and his army. A guttural, bone-chilling growl emanated from its chest, reverberating through the battlefield.

Rowena finally moved. She tilted her head slightly, her crimson gaze locking onto Drakar with a frigid intensity. Her voice was calm, yet it carried the weight of a relentless storm, "Your words are as hollow as your army, Drakar," she said, her tone cutting through the air like a blade, "My kingdom has withstood countless trials that threatened to destroy us, and I will see it stand long after your ashes fade."

The battlefield crackled with tension as Drakar\'s expression darkened, his earlier smirk giving way to a cold, calculating glare. His eyes locked on Rowena, his lips curling into a scoff, "Quite brave words for someone standing in a dying kingdom."

He turned slightly, his voice sharp as a blade as he commanded, "Zulgi, bring out the Drakebane Glaive."

Zulgi immediately bowed deeply. "Yes, Your Majesty." With a gesture, Zulgi ordered his men forward. They emerged from the ranks, rolling forward a massive polearm on a platform with giant wheels.

The weapon was a masterpiece of destruction—crafted from gleaming iron and inscribed with glowing runic patterns, its blade pulsed with a malevolent dark red light. The sheer size of the glaive, its blade wide enough to skewer a dragon, made the ground tremble as it was brought forward.

Rowena\'s crimson eyes narrowed as she recognized the weapon, a weapon built to kill dragons, and it wasn\'t the first time she had seen it.

But she didn\'t flinch. Instead, she raised her whip slightly and whispered to the great dragon at her back, "Flaralis, it\'s just you and me now... until the end."

Flaralis rumbled low and deep, the sound reverberating like thunder through the battlefield. The dragon\'s massive maw opened wide, and an inferno of crimson flames erupted forth. The air itself ignited, the flames scorching the ground and the draconians in their path. The searing heat was so intense that the ground cracked and smoldered as the river of fire surged toward Drakar and his forces.

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Meanwhile, on a distant vantage point overlooking a deserted town, Sabina and Silvia stood together.

The horizon was a sea of approaching draconian soldiers, their bloodthirsty cries echoing through the air as they surged forward. Behind the two women stood thousands of soldiers, their armor gleaming in the twilight—half clad in dark blue, the other half in a deep red, a stark contrast to the grim scene ahead.

Silvia clutched her staff tightly, her knuckles white. Her voice was soft, almost breaking, as she asked, "Will we live to see him tomorrow, Sabina?"

Sabina\'s sharp sigh was immediate. Without hesitation, she reached over and pinched Silvia\'s ear, "Owww! That hurts!" Silvia cried, her voice a mix of pain and surprise.

"Stop saying such stupid nonsense," Sabina scolded, her irked gaze locking onto Silvia\'s, "Focus on protecting our kingdom first. That\'s what our husband would want us to do. Without a kingdom to come back to, how will he return to us? We have to live, Silvia, to see tomorrow so we can give him hell for leaving us like this!"

Silvia slowly nodded as sparks of determination began to simmer in her eyes.

Sabina turned her attention back to the approaching army, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. A dark chain began to materialize in her hands, glowing with a blood-red hue. Her lips curled into a crazed smile as she licked them, her voice dropping to a menacing mumble, "But for now… we take pleasure in slaughtering these lowly draconians."

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Near the Mother Tower, Seron descended swiftly, his mind racing after he coordinated the Spelldancers\' desperate efforts to shut down the portals.

The situation was dire. Most of the draconians had already come through, and closing the portals now required both precision and sheer willpower, all while fending off the relentless attacks.

He also had to see what went wrong with the Mother Array to make sure the portals couldn\'t be reopened again.

The tower loomed ahead, its vast structure pulsating with power. However, as he approached, his heart sank. The guards stationed outside lay lifeless on the ground, their blood staining the stone steps. His eyes widened in horror. The sight confirmed what he had feared—there was treachery in their midst…someone high up in the ranks.

Steeling himself, Seron pushed open the heavy doors and stepped inside. The hall was vast and eerily silent, illuminated by a dim, rhythmic glow of the arrays.

The air hummed with raw, potent energy, but there was something darker—something wrong.

And then he saw him. Someone who made his eyes widen and tremble…never expecting to see him here.

A figure stood before the central array, his back turned, his posture stiff and straight. At his feet lay the corpse of a guard, the lifeless body sprawled grotesquely against the smooth stone floor.

Seron\'s voice trembled as he took an unsteady step forward, "S-Son?"