Chapter 84: Darkan vs. Silver II
In the hierarchy of divine favor, an apostle stood as the pinnacle, the highest rank bestowed by a god. These rare beings were more than mere followers because they embodied the will of their god. Some called them contractors, but the distinction was semantic—apostles embodied the divine in ways others could only dream of.
Apostles came with special privileges that no others did. Among them was wielding the authority of their god without any drawbacks, with the only limit being their level of strength. For instance, the authority of wind wielded by the wind god could be used by its apostle.
Another was what was currently being displayed.
An apostle could bless other believers with their god’s authority, and this exactly tallied with what Baines had asked earlier. The spy had said they didn’t have an apostle then, meaning they were basically crippled during the war to claim the kingdom.
Without one, they couldn’t channel divine blessings or tap into the full might of their god. And that wasn’t the only edge an apostle provided.
In the Solaris Empire, the apostle was the pope of the church.
But Baines’s mind snagged on a critical detail: the Silver’s apostle was here, on this battlefield. "Is it their next leader, the one the spy mentioned?" he wondered, his pulse quickening. He turned to signal Branch Head Roderick, but the order wasn’t needed.
"Darkan, show these idiots what happens when they mess with the Red Dragon Clan!" Roderick’s voice boomed across the war-torn plain, a gravelly roar of defiance.
Before the words fully settled, his body began to shift. Bones cracked and stretched, scales erupted in a cascade of crimson, and wings unfurled with a leathery snap. In moments, he towered as an 80-meter-long dragon, his eyes blazing like molten rubies.
The Silvers stared, dumbstruck, as every red-haired member of the Darkan forces followed suit. One by one, they morphed, their forms swelling into draconic majesty, the smallest spanning 30 meters, the largest a colossal 100 meters. They took to the skies, their wings beating a thunderous rhythm against the ash-choked air.
ROARRRR...