The Final Battle

Southern Seleucia, Sunset City.

This city had endured thousands of years of change, its walls covered in mottled scars. Beyond the city lay an endless expanse of scorched earth.

Several years ago, Kazur had buried countless believers here beneath towering waves of magma. Now, this land welcomed new visitors—the main force of the allied army.

The ground trembled as muffled booms rolled in from the distance, accompanied by piercing horns. The Dragon Worship Cult soldiers atop the walls raised their heads in terror and saw troops advancing like a great flood, filling the horizon. Giant warships and wyverns mingled in the sky like a chaotic school of fish in the sea, a truly spectacular sight.

Before long, the allied army had half-encircled Sunset City. Before millions of allied soldiers, countless tanks, warships, and armored units, this ancient city was like an isolated island in a vast ocean, about to be swallowed by monstrous waves.

"That's... the allied army's main force!"

"Tiamat above, it's those damned Imperial People!"

"How did they get here so quickly?! Lord Kazur clearly created a forbidden zone on the outer perimeter. Even we could barely pass through it—how did these Imperial People get across?!"

"Gods—"

"Could it be that the Embers of the Burned Emperor intervened?"

The Dragon Worship Cult soldiers within Sunset City were panic-stricken and abuzz with discussion at the arrival of the allied army. They knew all too well—the army had already destroyed the Green Dragon Sect and the Blue Dragon Cult in succession.

Their Red Dragon Sect was now the Dragon Worship Cult's sole remaining branch, as well as Her Majesty Tiamat's final hope of descending upon the world. They had no way out.

Atop the walls, a half-human, half-dragon officer raised the Red Dragon Sect's banner high and shouted to bolster