The battle that ended within a minute.
It was bound to be etched into countless people's memories forever, along with that mighty and awe-inspiring figure.
Bajak.D. Maud.
A brand-new era would begin with this name.
This was what the world's strongest should be like.
And for many years to come,
this throne of strength would surely make countless people look up at it in despair.
Because Maud's kind of power—
gave no one any chance at all.
The battle that would go down in the annals of the new era was no exception. Everywhere one looked, it radiated a sense of despair and helplessness.
Dragon had accepted the chance Maud offered him, and he had indeed seen a chance of victory.
Yet reality was even more brutal than he had imagined.
That so-called chance of victory had been nothing more than the moon reflected in water.
"Utterly defeated..."
Dragon awoke on the bed, his expression heavy.
The only thought remaining in his mind was the intense unwillingness to accept defeat.
"Dragon."
Sabo sat upright on a chair beside the sickbed.
As a witness to the battle, his mood was not nearly as heavy as Dragon's.
Perhaps, as the leader of the Revolutionary Army, Dragon had to shoulder the faith and ideals of countless comrades.
That was why he was so fixated on holding the decision-making power.
But Sabo did not think that far ahead.
To change this long-rotten world, as long as the leader lived up to expectations, it did not matter who led them.
It could be Dragon, it could be Maud, or it could be someone else entirely.
"Can you accept it?"
Sabo looked at Dragon and asked softly.
In truth, the question had no meaning at all.
Whether he could accept it or not, the Revolutionary Army