"Dragon, let me be the one to slay you!!!"
Cú Chulainn launched an attack on the supreme, Unrivaled Under Heaven Ancestral Dragon in the sky.
He took a deep breath and gathered all the magical energy in his body onto the demonic spear in his hand.
He felt a powerful force surging through his body, as though it were about to tear him apart. Yet he did not retreat. Instead, his conviction only grew firmer.
With a fierce leap, he charged at the Ancestral Dragon in the sky.
His demonic spear cut across the heavens like lightning, piercing straight toward the dragon's heart.
Every muscle in his body was tensed to its limit. Strengthened by magical energy, he felt as if his body were about to explode. But he did not stop. Instead, he hurled himself forward with even greater force.
He knew this was the most important moment of his life.
He would unleash all his strength and fight this Unrivaled Under Heaven Ancestral Dragon in a battle of life and death.
Even if he lost, it would still be an honorable defeat!
His figure streaked across the sky like a meteor, leaving behind a dazzling arc. His movements were fluid and graceful, like a dancer performing in midair. Every turn and every leap brimmed with power and beauty.
Yet the end of this dance was cruel and hopeless—the enormous claws of the Ancestral Dragon, like towering mountains, silently awaited his arrival.
Even a single small claw of the Ancestral Dragon was already as large as the Einzbern family's castle. Its immense size and razor-sharp talons were enough to inspire terror at a glance.
This gap was not merely a visual shock. It was despair that reached the soul.
Cú Chulainn knew clearly that an insurmountable chasm lay between