Olivia (I)

The Iron Dragon Wing Palace remains as magnificent as ever, but after the Red Dragon's slumber, much of the steel in the secondary hall has gradually melted and flowed down, forming pointed silver pillars, and solidified metal rivers have appeared on the ground.

This place is like a dense forest made of steel, exuding not only grandeur but also a primal sense of power.

Is this the place?

"The palace of the Red Dragon."

Olivia Invisibility, holding her breath as she hid outside the palace.

The closer she got to the palace, the stronger the oppressive feeling became. The overwhelming pressure made it hard for her to breathe, and she could no longer even reach the fourth layer of the Weave.

In addition, she also felt a threat emanating from the depths of her bloodline.

Olivia was, after all, just a young Silver Dragon. Along the way, she wanted to give up halfway several times, but she persevered time and time again.

"I will definitely fulfill your request."

"Don't underestimate me."

Whether it was a misperception or not, Olivia had a strange premonition that the Golden Dragon was not dead yet, and that Anher was perhaps watching her from the side. His signature Golden Vertical Pupils were always so firm and gentle, but he still had that pretentious and arrogant look.

Memories can be romanticized.

Although Olivia had only met Anher a few times and spoken to him only a few times, his image was deeply etched in Olivia mind and became increasingly clear, influenced by the responsibilities she bore and certain emotions she felt.

After all, it was almost a deathbed entrustment, something she could never forget.

"Call"

Olivia took a deep breath, barely managing to maintain her [Invisibility Spell] and [Breath Holding Spell.

These spells, which she usually cast casually, now required immense effort. Each time she constructed a spell model, it was like attacking a fortress, so she could only break through the outermost barrier to cast these low-level spells.

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped through the dilapidated gate and completely entered the palace.

The moment she stepped onto that floor, Olivia felt her hair stand on end, and the sense of danger intensified.

What exactly is here?

But she gritted her teeth and cautiously followed the direction of the message.

Suddenly, a familiar, deep voice came from inside.

"Olivia, over here."

"Anher?"

Olivia looked up in surprise, only to find that there was no one in front of her.

But she was quite certain that it wasn't a hallucination caused by extreme tension, but the real voice of the Golden Dragon —it was some kind of communication spell.

She quickly found a small, exquisite agate in the corner, with runes carved into it that could record sound.

"It really is here."

Olivia hurriedly followed the sound, running along the narrow, dilapidated corridor until she finally arrived at the empty palace hall.

Protected by some kind of magic array, this is one of the few places that has not been destroyed by the scorching heat. It still retains its simple and solemn architectural style. The dome, which is full of carvings, is nearly twenty meters high and is supported by several stone pillars.

It's just that the place is a bit too spacious, with almost no decorations, no chairs, long tables or other everyday furnishings, and there are rather regular stripes on the floor.

It looked like it was prepared for some kind of religious ceremony.

What secrets does this hall hold?

Olivia couldn't help but think that.

She entered the hall and cautiously looked around, discovering that the source of the message was in the center of the hall, which appeared to be a red dragon scale.

Olivia couldn't help but wonder, "Such large dragon scales, could these be scales of the ' Embers of the Burned King '?"

"How exactly did Anher obtain it?"

Suddenly, tiny magical lights flickered on the dragon scale, and a rather ethereal Magic Image appeared above it.

To Olivia's delight, the familiar young nobleman with black hair and golden eyes appeared in the Magic Image —it was none other than "Young Golden Dragon" Anher.

However, in the picture, his brows were furrowed and his tone was particularly heavy.

"Olivia, this may be your last chance."

"I've set it up here."

"Set up"

Just as Olivia was listening intently, the image suddenly became intermittent, and finally went out like a flame that had been extinguished.

"Why?"

The communication was cut off.

Olivia couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling a sense of unease and a bad premonition.

Could the trail end here?

After risking my life to come here, is this the result?

Suddenly, her body began to tremble involuntarily, and a primal fear rose within her.

Olivia felt a sudden darkness before her as a huge shadow enveloped her, and she could almost smell the pungent odor of Sulfur Scent.

What exactly was it? A sense of despair was creeping into her heart.

Olivia turned her head stiffly, needing to tilt her head back slightly to see the whole picture, and the sight before her made her almost lose her balance.

"Bahamut above."

She strained to tilt her head back, murmuring to herself in a trembling voice.

It was a gigantic Red Dragon!

As archenemies of their race, the Silver Dragon even incorporated some of the Red Dragon ' weaknesses into their heritage, and Olivia thought she knew a lot about these powerful and evil Five-Colored Dragon.

Although she had already mentally prepared herself for the possibility of encountering this "Embers of the Burned King" whom she had never met before before entering the palace.

But she had never seen such Red Dragon before! Even in the traditions, there was no record of such a dragon.

—And on that ferocious head, there were not only two large horns that swept backward, but also spiraling, demonic horns at their tips.

Most strikingly, at the center of the Red Dragon's chest, a fiery red crystal was deeply embedded in its body, its surface rippling like flowing magma. Radial cracks appeared on the surrounding scales, constantly emitting shimmering flames.

The enormous dragon's body was nearly thirty meters long—this was almost the size of Extremely Old Dragon, or even an ancient dragon.

Those eyes were like blazing lava balls, emitting intense flames, staring down at her from above.

The wings were not deliberately spread, but the huge shadow they cast was enough to cover the surrounding area.

"Impossible, how could there be no record of such a person?"

"This could not possibly be Red Dragon that has appeared in the last hundred years!"

Olivia was pale and kept shaking her head.

He finally understood why Anher had been so serious back then.

This is clearly an extremely old Red Dragon, perhaps even an ancient dragon! Despite despising the Red Dragon's rage and shortsightedness, even Silver Dragon have to acknowledge Red Dragon formidable combat power. Red Dragon of this age is among the top fighters in the entire Erezege, far beyond the capabilities of a fledgling Young Silver Dragon like Olivia.

But the Red Dragon's enormous body completely blocked the only entrance to the passage, ruthlessly cutting off her last escape route.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The moment the Red Dragon opened its mouth, Olivia felt an intense heat emanating from it.

The air itself seemed to be distorted, as if it were about to burst into flames.