Divinity and the Dragon Egg

After finishing all this, Keosius left the Thrace region and returned to Dragon Blood Mountain in the Anzeta Great Wasteland.

The nearly hundred-meter-long dragon body, like a small mountain, crashed to the ground, scattering rolling white smoke and kicking up clouds of dust. The Red Dragon coiled atop the mountain, wings spread and body relaxed, finally completely free from the tense battle.

After several years, this war against the Dragon Worship Cult, against Tiamat, and even against the entire Five-Colored Dragon Race had finally ended—with his victory, with the Empire's victory.

By now, the Empire had effectively taken control of Seleucia, incorporating most of the former Fadlan Empire's territory into its domain.

Keosius himself had also reaped immense gains from this war. He had defeated the Dragon Worship Cult's "three gods" one after another, obtained the divinity Tiamat had left behind, and claimed the Dragon Worship Cult's centuries of accumulated foundations for himself.

"Tiamat."

Keosius murmured to himself, raising his head toward the south as countless thoughts crossed his mind.

He thought of the people of Seleucia suffering amid war and hardship, the opportunistic Dragonborn, and Kazur's final entrustment before his death.

In that instant, Keosius seemed to see once more the hatred in Tiamat's eyes before she departed, and hear her words filled with mockery and curses.

"Still, no matter what, my fate will only be held in my own hands. I will not entrust it to any god."

Keosius spoke firmly, flames gleaming in his narrow vertical pupils.

He lowered his head and opened his dragon claw. That dark-red heart appeared once more in his palm, rising and falling as it beat, like a living creature.

This was the final piece of divinity Tiamat had left behind, the most important component of the Prismatic Void Dragon—the Heart of