Chapter 155: Escape
"STOP!!"
In the next instant, eight Dragon Elders appeared from the surrounding space, enclosing Ash from every direction like a tightening net.
They are here, I should....
Before Ash could even finish that thought, a blazing claw tore into his chest, piercing straight through his heart.
The heat surged through his body instantly, his flesh sizzled and cracked under the pressure. Blood spilled from his lips, sliding down the sides of his mask like a river breaking through stone.
"See? It was that simple to kill him. I truly don’t understand why you all wanted to apologize," Taylor said with an expression that held no sympathy at all.
Deep inside, a twisted satisfaction bloomed within him. To Taylor, humans were lesser beings, parasites that had no right to stand beside dragons.
But Ash, in particular, invoked a special kind of hatred within him. Not just because of what he did, but because he had dared to impersonate the Dragon Slayer, a title that he hated to the bone.
"W-What have you done..." Alarion’s voice trembled as he stepped forward in disbelief.
"We came here to make peace with him. We were meant to apologize, not to kill him," Alarion continued, staring at the burning wound in Ash’s chest. "Are you really going to ignore the words of our King?"
Taylor’s eyes darkened as he responded, "The King is no longer with us. And the ideals of the past should not be allowed to control the present. If the King was really all-knowing, then why didn’t he ever tell us anything about the Dragon Slayer? If only he had mentioned something... maybe then my wife would still be alive."