The Purple Gem Dragon was dead, killed before countless eyes.
That enormous purple phantom was its dragon soul swelling, transforming, then shattering and vanishing. A dragon that represented the pinnacle of power had thus become eternally dead. The waves continued to churn, and magic still spilled through the sky, yet everyone had stopped.
They watched the forty-meter-long dragon corpse slowly fall toward the sea.
"Whooo..." The wind howled, as though heaven and earth themselves were mourning the Purple Gem Dragon's death. Every dragon was nature's most outstanding creation, embodying beauty, strength, wisdom, loyalty, or pride, always displaying incomparable charm.
Dullaf, Akas, Rudolf, Tracy, Warren, and Liszt, A Ke, Emily, along with the many dragons, all stopped fighting and watched the Purple Gem Dragon sink.
Half an hour earlier, Figo Iris, rider of the Purple Gem Dragon, had fallen in battle without receiving such solemn attention. Dragonrider warriors were not rare; a dragon dying in battle was the greatest impossibility—a dragon represented peak power and abundant resources, more precious than a small kingdom.
"Your Majesty, it chose to destroy its own soul. We never expected it to be so fierce and unyielding." Through the Dragonheart Telegraph Code, Emily explained the Purple Gem Dragon's death to Liszt.
"I understand." Liszt nodded lightly. He had already pulled himself free from the shock of the dragon's death. Though his heart was filled with regret—the dragon that should have bolstered the Flame Kingdom had died just like that—what had happened had happened, and what needed to continue still had to continue. "Emily, you and Isen salvage the Purple Gem Dragon's corpse and transport it back to Sun-Moon Valley."
Even the blood shed by dragons in battle could develop into gemstone and metal veins, let alone the corpse of an entire dragon. Apart from dragon bones,