The "Moon-Chasing Dragon," seemingly even larger than the red moon, halted its ascent.
A commandment halo like Thorns crawled across the demon dragon's crimson-black scales, forming an ancient totem steeped in savage grandeur together with the molten patterns between the plates. It also sealed the vitality constantly leaking from his body within his shell.
He slowly raised his mountain-like head. In the dark Royal Garden, his bright eyes seemed like two red suns igniting.
As Golden Radiance of Commandment poured into his terrifying body, vast enough to blot out the sky, he had already reached two hundred meters in length—and was still expanding.
Layer after layer of old scales, stripped of life force, peeled away and crumbled into ash.
Flames coiled around his body, becoming fresh crimson scales.
He spread his wings, and flowing fire, like the flames of an immortal phoenix, scattered into every corner of the Royal Garden.
The demon dragon fully unleashed the authority of the King of Volcanoes. Tasia's once-exclusive world seemed to have reached its end: the earth split apart, lava flowed, and every dead branch and rotten trunk became a torch in an instant.
Such terrifying power had long surpassed the bounds of "extraordinary" in the eyes of ordinary people. Even if it were recorded in the ancient Mythological Battlefield, it would not seem out of place in the least.
The Blood Moon Eye in the sky was momentarily stunned. Time was a blade; even ancient members of the Longevity Race had a day when they fell. Dragons, as a typical Longevity Race, were naturally no exception.
With the strength displayed by the legendary demon dragon before her, even in the Scandinavian Dragon Court, where dragons were most commonly found nowadays, it would be difficult to find more than a few beings capable of