From Overlord To Multiverse.

The black dragon beat its colossal wings again, disturbing the air with thunderous gusts that rocked the dungeon city. Buildings trembled, trees bent, and dust filled the sky. Yet none of this chaos touched the white-haired youth standing tall beneath it.

Lioro remained motionless, his body covered by the absolute protection of infinity.

The two figures, one colossal and ancient, the other human and shrouded in mystery, locked eyes. Neither spoke. Silence stretched across the battlefield, tension coiling like a drawn bowstring.

Then, in a sudden burst, Lioro pushed off the ground, soaring through the air toward the vast plains outside the city's walls.

Oebd narrowed its single, blood-red eye. It stared long and hard at the fleeing figure, as if trying to decipher a riddle written in flesh and soul.

There was something... off about this human.

Something unsettling.

Something he couldn't quite understand.

It felt like the presence of the gods, but impossibly, it came from a mere mortal.

With a deafening flap of its wings, Oebd followed.

The shockwave of its ascent blasted through the city, forcing soldiers and monsters alike to their knees. The undead forces, however, reacted differently.