Chapter 1410: The Rise of the Black Dragon
Evereth’s fury, long simmering beneath the surface, finally erupted with the cataclysmic force of a volcano tearing through the heart of the earth. It was no longer anger but wrath incarnate, ancient and uncontainable.
With a thunderous roar that shook the skies and shattered distant mountains, Evereth unleashed his full fury. The heavens darkened, thick with ash and smoke, as his molten breath scorched the world below.
He did not hesitate. He did not spare. Every human who dared to stand within his sight was reduced to ash in mere seconds, their screams swallowed by the roar of his inferno.
His dragon fire poured from his maw in relentless waves, burning hotter than the sun itself, igniting everything it touched with a fury that consumed even stone. The sky glowed red with reflected flame, casting a hellish light upon a world collapsing into ruin.
The ground cracked beneath the sheer intensity of the heat, molten veins breaking through the surface. Fields of green were instantly vaporized; trees burst into flame before they could fall; rivers hissed and boiled into nothingness.
Human bodies scattered on the ground, no longer recognizable, leaving only charcoal remnants, twisted and frozen in agony, their final moments etched into the air like ghosts of suffering.
The scent of death hung heavy and suffocating, a toxic mixture of burning flesh, seared earth, and despair. It clung to every breath, every gust of wind, every lingering shadow.
There was no mercy. No pause. No hope. Only Evereth, the living embodiment of annihilation, sweeps across the land like a divine reckoning, leaving nothing behind but silence and the stench of obliteration.
Fear clutched at every heart like an invisible vice, squeezing tighter with each passing second. Regret surged through the veins of the people like poison, and the weight of unspoken guilt pressed down on their souls. Panic gave way to chaos. Only now, with the world collapsing around them, did they truly comprehend the magnitude of their folly. The arrogance, the ignorance, the greed, they saw it all in retrospect, but far too late.
Desperation birthed blame. Voices rose in bitter fury, each tribe turning against the other. Fingers pointed in every direction except inward.
Denial and rage festered in equal measure. But the time for reconciliation had long passed. Their choices had invited ruin, not only upon themselves, but upon all who shared the land. Even the wild beasts, the creatures of the forest and fang, were powerless to stop the coming storm.