Max stood alone in the center of the destroyed arena.
His black dragon scales gleamed.
His right fist slowly lowered.
The remnants of star radiance faded around his hand, while the monstrous power of five thousand Draconic Essences still raged inside his body like dragons unwilling to return to sleep.
Outside the arena, no one spoke.
The demons stared blankly at the place where Karo had vanished, their faces pale and frozen with disbelief.
The humans looked at Max as if they were seeing a legend being born before their eyes.
The elves remained silent, but their gazes had changed completely.
Among them, the golden-haired elven prince's expression was no longer calm. His emerald eyes were fixed on Max, and the familiar feeling in his heart had now turned into something close to certainty, though that certainty also brought a trace of deep unease.
Nick swallowed with difficulty.
He had believed Max was strong.
But this was no longer simply strong.
