Chapter 564: A True Dragon
Max exhaled deeply, the cool breeze brushing against his skin as he finally broke the silence. "I understand now... The Mark of Divinity only chooses those with a fate too vast to remain ordinary. It’s like a signpost, one that fate leaves behind for people like you, to say—’watch this one.’"
He paused briefly before continuing, his voice firmer. "But there’s something I don’t get. The elf master told me to hurry up and grow stronger. Ragnar told me the world is teetering toward something dangerous. Why? What did they mean by that?"
Kane didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he smiled softly, as if fondly amused by Max’s keen observation. "Ah... those two," he said, chuckling under his breath. "They always worry too much, even though they hide it behind riddles and riddles wrapped in fire and light. Don’t let their words cloud your heart. They see things... through different eyes."
He turned to Max then, the starlight reflecting in his calm, ancient gaze. "They’re anxious, yes. But don’t mind them too much. They have their reasons, and their burdens."
Max opened his mouth to press further, but Kane raised a hand gently to stop him. "Come," he said warmly, motioning toward the shimmering edge of the grassy field. "Let me show you something."
No sooner had Kane’s words left his lips than Max’s surroundings blurred and shifted, and in the very next moment, he found himself transported to a place that felt ancient and boundless.
The sky above was void of stars, as if the heavens themselves had been swallowed by an eternal shadow, and a deep, cosmic silence hung in the air.
Then Max saw it—and what he saw nearly stole the breath from his lungs.
Towering in the distance, coiled across a blackened expanse of earth and sky, was a dragon. But not just any dragon. It was a Black Dragon—so massive that Max couldn’t comprehend its true size.