Bahamut, the Platinum Dragon God, had died in this void with earth-shaking grandeur.
The battle seemed to be over, yet it also seemed not to be over.
Bahamut's corpse was mangled, with torn flesh and shattered bones everywhere.
His platinum scales had been broken, and countless fragments of dragon scales floated around the battlefield.
Beneath the distant starlight, they reflected rippling glimmers.
His body had fallen completely still, but Bahamut's soul remained trapped within his dragon body.
Not only was Bahamut's soul trapped there, but so was his divine authority. At this moment, he could not even be reborn through an avatar.
The battlefield had quieted, but like still water, no one knew what was brewing beneath the surface.
Tiamat's injuries were not light either. Many wounds had been inflicted by Bahamut's counterattacks, and the corrosive power of laws could still be seen eating away at them.
She remained not far from Bahamut's corpse. Her five dragon heads swayed slightly; three stared at Huo Ling in the distance, while the other two watched the two Solar undead on either side.
These two Solar undead also bore the marks of a great battle. Their soul flames surged, while their armor was covered in claw marks and holes.
These were all traces left by Bahamut's attacks. Clearly, the Platinum Dragon God had fully lived up to the combat prowess of a god with powerful divine power.
Even while facing a siege, his enemies had paid no small price to bring him down.
Among the four Solars on this battlefield, only Huo Ling was in the best condition. His dragon body was powerful and robust, his scales as immaculate as new.
Compared with the other three Solars, Huo Ling looked as though he had just returned from an outing, his dragon scales gleaming