Chapter 162: The Ash Guardian
The colossal Volcanic Ash Dragon towered over us, its massive wings casting a terrifying shadow across the boiling magma ocean.
The heat radiating from its body was absolute, and its eyes burned with a chaotic, violent madness.
"Who dares steal the blood of my ocean?" the Dragon rumbled again, its voice shaking the very foundation of the Labyrinth.
I did not step back. I crossed my heavy brass gauntlets over my chest plate.
"I am the Sovereign," I projected my baritone voice upward, fighting against the crushing ambient pressure of a Level 70 Calamity.
"And I take what my Forge needs."
The Dragon let out a low, terrifying growl. But as I stared up at the beast, my glowing red visor picked up something unnatural.
Deep beneath the glowing orange cracks of its volcanic armor, thick, pitch black veins of putrid magic were pulsing.
It was not natural Labyrinth mana. It was the same heavy, decaying energy I had felt from the Progenitor Queen.
