The Iconic Moment of the Wind God's Birth Revealed! Lyre Music Topples the Imprisonment Tower, and Barbatos Ends the Divine Battle by Asking for Apple Cider

"Use Laws to fight Laws!" Golden light blazed in the Dragon God's eyes like never before. "Well done, King of the North Wind!"

Crack! Craaack!

The frozen Wind Barrier shattered inch by inch like glass.

For the first time, the High Tower stood utterly defenseless before Andrius's fangs.

But Decarabian's trump card seemed to be the tower itself.

Countless Ancient Runes lit up across its walls. A force even more immense than before surged into the sky, dispelling the chill.

[I am the King of the Sky! I am the Lord of Gale! As long as this tower stands, I am invincible!]

But before his words had even faded—

A faint yet utterly pure green light shone from the tower's base.

It was gentle, filled with the Breath of Life.

Like a seed taking root and sprouting amid the ruins, its tendrils wound around the foundations of the High Tower.

"What is that?" Huo Yuhao brought his Spiritual Eye to bear at full power. He could sense that this force contained an unprecedented yearning for "freedom."

Within the light, a blurry figure gradually took shape.

It was a young man holding a lyre.

He had neither Andrius's majesty nor Decarabian's tyranny. He simply sat there, lightly plucking the strings.

Ding—

A clear note rang out.

The wind stopped.

It had not been frozen or restrained.

It had stopped of its own accord, quietly listening to him.

[The wind should be a free poem, not a prison of confinement.]

The young man's voice rang out like the first gentle breeze of spring, sweeping away all the gloom.

On the High Tower, the runes of confinement dimmed one after another beneath the lyre music, then crumbled.

[No! Impossible! Who are you?! What are you?!]

Decarabian let out a terrified scream. He realized