Dragon of Destruction

"It's Your Majesty Keosius!"

"Long Live the Empire!"

"Praise the Embers of the Burned Emperor! Praise the Great Red Dragon!"

Upon seeing that towering figure in the distance, the Empire's officers and soldiers all wore fervent, devout expressions. Their cheers rose wave after wave like a tide, echoing across the battlefield.

The world, once plunged into gloom and despair, seemed to have been awakened by the Embers of the Burned Emperor's sudden arrival, reclaiming its light and hope.

"Finally."

Kazur slowly raised his head. A ripple finally stirred in his ever-indifferent vertical pupils, revealing undisguised excitement as he burst into wild laughter. "Keosius, you've finally come! These centuries of waiting should finally come to an end!"

"Her Majesty Tiamat shall descend upon the world and become the supreme ruler of the Material Plane, while I shall be crowned a god!"

With a blazing sun at his back, Keosius slowly beat his dragon wings and said coldly, "How pathetic, Kazur. As a Great Wyrm Red Dragon, you willingly became Tiamat's lackey and stood against me. Haven't the miserable fates of the Green Dragon and Blue Dragon made you afraid?"

"You mean Erebos and Golazdra?"

Kazur tilted his head, a savage smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He replied in a strange tone, "They were simply too useless. Come to think of it, I ought to thank you for removing two competitors for me and delivering all their divinity right to my doorstep, saving me the trouble of devouring them one by one."

Keosius shook his head. "As expected of that old hag's servant. You truly are cut from the same cloth when it comes to arrogance and self-importance."

"Pride is a dragon's most important quality."

Kazur spoke as though it were only natural. "As the future masters of this