Fafnir stared at Anbord in disbelief. His breathing had become uneven. The hand gripping his greatsword trembled slightly, not from fear, but from sheer rage struggling to remain contained.
That attack…
That attack should have erased continents. It should have vaporized the empire down to its foundation. And yet, nothing happened. Not even damage. Below him, Ethan floated upward slowly from the center of Anbord, hands resting behind his back casually.
His black coat fluttered softly, while his mismatched silver and gold eyes remained calm. Behind him floated the six Spirit Guardians like divine attendants. That serenity, that composure, that complete lack of concern… It infuriated Fafnir beyond reason.
"YOU!"
BOOM!
The Dragon Emperor's aura exploded outward violently. The sky shattered around him, and space warped. His draconic pressure descended like collapsing worlds as his fury finally erupted fully.
"You took them from me!" His roar echoed through the atmosphere.
