Reaching the Pinnacle

A creator, or perhaps a usurper.

To be able to say something like that...

Clearly, Dragon, who had single-handedly created the colossal Revolutionary Army, was not completely ignorant of Im, who sat upon the Empty Throne.

"..."

Im looked down at Dragon in silence.

Within those golden, rippling eyes lay a deep pool of dead water, so calm that not the slightest ripple could be seen.

A creator?

A usurper?

What kind of title was that?

She was a god standing above the heavens!

Inside the hall, there was utter silence.

Dragon did not care about Im's silence.

To him,

using history buried in the past to define Im's identity in the present was utterly meaningless.

What truly mattered

was defeating her here!

Then claiming victory in this war, a victory powerful enough to change the entire world.

Dragon said no more and strode forward.

A hazy green glow slowly surfaced around his body.

Strong winds suddenly whipped through the hall, swirling around him.

Above the Empty Throne,

Im watched Dragon as his attack began to take shape, showing no intention of rising.

Though her eyes revealed no contempt, her actions plainly showed that she did not take Dragon seriously.

Dragon stepped forward, then abruptly raised his right arm and aimed his palm at Im atop the throne.

In an instant, the palm facing Im seemed to turn into a black hole, drawing in all the strong winds swirling through the hall and compressing them into a solid-looking green sphere of wind.

"Explosive Wind."

Dragon muttered expressionlessly.

Before his voice had even faded,

the sphere of wind gathered in his palm suddenly erupted, transforming into a pillar of wind that shot straight toward Im on the throne.

Crack! Crash—!

The violent wind instantly shattered all the glass in the hall.