Chapter 742: Duke of the Graecia Empire
From the skies above, the towering figures of the Superior Legends of the Graecia Empire and the Draconic Sovereigns descended. Their presence alone sent ripples across the fabric of the world.
Unlike the arrogant angel who had previously unleashed his power in every direction in an ostentatious display of strength, these two emanated authority in restraint. Their auras were vast and commanding, yet they remained composed and solemn, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded earlier.
It took mere moments for the two Legends to reach the battlefield, and the force of their arrival shook the air. The moment their eyes swept over the gathered warriors, they found their gaze locking onto their younger kin.
A sharp glint of fury burned in their eyes—not only because the younger Legends had recklessly invaded an unknown world, but because they had the audacity to get captured in the process. It was a disgrace that cut deep.
However, their attention quickly shifted. As if drawn by instinct, their focus turned to the one figure who radiated more presence than any other.
Standing amidst the rest of the Depravitas with unshakable poise, Vlad’s form was monstrous yet noble.
The Superior Legend dragon narrowed his eyes as he studied Vlad. There was something strange about him. His appearance bore the hallmarks of a dragon—yet something was amiss. His bloodline was different, alien even.
The dragon’s eyes drifted momentarily to Fafnir, a more classical embodiment of dragonkind. Though he too carried that strange alien aura that did not seem to belong to the dragon race.
He pondered for a moment before speaking, his voice calm yet carrying unquestionable authority.