Deep within the Yangtze River, the City of Bronze.
The vast hall was so empty that one could hear droplets falling from the dome and shattering against the bronze floor.
Norton sat alone upon the cold throne, covered in ancient patterns. His figure looked especially lonely amid the endless emptiness.
He sat on the left side of the throne, while the right side remained vacant. Constantine, his only brother, should have been sitting there. Now, there was only frozen bronze and a Void----
Constantine was dead. He would never return----
Below, the giant dragon Sansun lowered its majestic head like the most loyal Graveyard Keeper.
The figure covered head to toe in fine dark-red dragon scales stared into the emptiness ahead, his eyes unfocused.
He was the Dragon King Norton, a noble First Generation Dragon, the King of Bronze and Fire. Thousands of years of memories had surged awake in an instant like a raging tide, effortlessly crushing the insignificant human persona called "Lao Tang." Yet the fragments of Lao Tang's few short decades of life lingered stubbornly in the depths of his consciousness, like debris floating after a shipwreck.
Having returned to this city that belonged to him, far from Kassel College, he retraced every detail of that night in absolute Silence. The truth emerged, cold and clear----
Lu Mingfei had had many chances to fire. When Angers broke through Constantine's defenses and exposed his weakness, that had been the perfect opportunity for a killing blow----but Lu Mingfei had not fired.
Instead, he had pulled the trigger precisely when Constantine spread his wings, took flight, and lunged at him----hitting a fast-moving flying target was not easy, and he could easily have wasted the precious Philosopher's Stone. It had not been a good time to shoot.
The answer was obvious----Lu