The troops hurried into the cave. The deeper they went, the more unsettled they became. The dark Duskfire carrying an Aura of Death had vanished without a trace, not even leaving behind a hint of scorching heat.
Had it been completely dealt with?
They finally reached the depths of the cavern, only to witness a scene that filled them with terror.
Within the pitch-black cave, the Duskfire had dispersed, leaving behind only charred cave walls. A terrifying ring of fire encircled the area, and if one looked closely, one could vaguely hear the intermittent sound of dragon roars.
The fire ring firmly trapped the Duskfire in the middle, scaring the now finger-sized flame into lying obediently in the cave, with none of its former wild, expanding arrogance.
What was even more terrifying was the other side of the cave.
The Tai City Captain stood there, his long blade pointed at a grotesquely evolved creature on the ground. Blood dripped from its tip.
Its skin was rough, like thin layers of scales. Blood stained its membranous wings, while its pale golden vertical pupils sent chills down their spines.
Was this... a dragon?
He had executed a dragon?
This unbelievable thought surfaced in everyone's minds.
How could dragons possibly exist in this world? Weren't they creatures of myth?
Yet no matter how they looked at it, it was a Western Dragon. Duskfire still lingered in its throat, clearly showing that it had just condensed Dragon Flame. It seemed it had tried to attack the Tai City Captain, only to be killed in return.
Because the dragon now looked rather miserable.
It had likely not completed its evolution and still possessed four limbs. But now, all four had been severed and lay on the ground. It stared at the Tai City Captain in