Chapter 101: The Dragon’s Treasurer
The moment Kaitlin tried to retreat with her team, everything changed.
The air froze.
A thick, invisible pressure dropped like a hammer over the battlefield. The mana around them warp and twist, as if sucked into a black hole. Even light bent strangely at the edges of the sphere now enclosing them.
It was a domain.
Dark translucent energy laced with ink-black veins spread in every direction, stretching into a full kilometer of warped terrain. The skies dimmed. The ground cracked. Every communication device went silent.
For a second, everyone froze, not just in fear, but literally.
Their bodies refused to respond. Legs heavy. Breathing shallow. It wasn’t paralysis, it was domination. The Tyrant’s will had taken control.
It stood tall at the center of it all.
No longer in its beast form, the creature had shrunk to a 20-meter humanoid figure of pure muscle and malice. Jet-black skin shimmered under the ruins’ broken light. Its mouth was lined with sharp fangs, curved upward in a mockery of a smile. Its yellow eyes scanned the trapped fighters, no urgency or rage, just certainty.
This wasn’t a fight to it anymore.
For the monster this was just another prey fallen to his trap waiting to be slaughtered like a helpless lamb.
Then a pulse rang through the air like the toll of a war bell.