Doomsday and the Emperor

As Felipe shouted, Kazur became one with the Five-Colored Dragon Queen's phantom high in the sky. The two figures radiating terrifying auras gradually overlapped.

The Great Wyrm Red Dragon's savage, colossal body exuded the nobility unique to a True God. A magnificent five-colored crown seemed to condense above his head, while Tiamat's phantom emerged behind him.

"Roar—"

Kazur raised his head, opened his blood-filled maw, and unleashed an earth-shaking roar. The sound rapidly spread outward from him, stirring up ripples of dust and smoke.

In an instant, the Dragon Worship cultists and priests within Sunset City all fell to their knees. With empty eyes, they prayed and recited ancient Draconic verses.

"When wings that blot out the heavens cleave dusk from dawn, the ancient tyrant breaks free from his dungeon!"

"The river of lava rolling in His throat shall burn the crowns of the gods to ash!"

"From the depths of the scorched earth comes a pulse—within the ashes, a New Era stirs without cease!"

Kazur beat his wings, and the clouds of ash above his head spread at an unimaginable speed. Within only a few breaths, they blanketed hundreds of miles around, like a world-ending beast swallowing the entire world.

It was not only this battlefield. Terrifying disasters were erupting throughout the Seleucid Region, across an area spanning over a thousand miles.

"Gods..."

"Doomsday has truly come."

Within that despairing darkness, people's cries, wails, and pleas seemed so weak.

The earth groaned, roared, and split apart.

Amid violent tremors, bottomless wounds tore open across the ground. Crimson lava surged furiously from those enormous gashes, carrying an aura that could scorch all things as it flowed freely and devoured the land.

Where the lava wound its way through, houses melted like wax, stone towers toppled like withered grass, and lives