First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System - Chapter 114

114: Dantalion 114: Dantalion Once he’d cleared most of his plate and downed the last of his tea, Orion stood up and stretched.

“Alright.

Time to head out.” Eldric nodded and waved a hand.

“Learn the Runic Language sooner.

You have a lot more work to do than your classmates.” Orion smilingly shook his head and waved his hand while walking out, making his way to the front courtyard as Rina and Fiora left to do their own things.

He soon reached the exit as the entrance came into view.

There, the sleek black carriage stood ready, its elegant design looking as good as usual.

Lucan stood by the driver’s seat, tossing a small pebble into the air as if bored out of his mind.

He caught it between two fingers and looked up as Orion approached.

“Well, well, look who’s up bright and shining like a prince,” Lucan grinned and bowed, “Good morning, Young Master.” “Good morning.” Orion stepped up.

“Where’s Uncle Edgar?” Lucan scratched his neck and shrugged.

“He’s got some business today.

He left early in the morning.

Said he’d catch up with you later.” “I see…” Orion glanced once at the estate behind him, then stepped into the carriage.

“Let’s go.” “With pleasure,” Lucan said, climbing into the driver’s seat with an overly dramatic flourish.

“Thunderpeak Royal Academy, here we come!” The carriage began rolling down the street with only Lucan and Orion inside, heading toward the academy as Orion gazed outside, wondering about the Runic Language.

Far from the vibrant lands of Zorathal, where sunlight still held meaning and civilization thrived in glory, Nytherion brooded beneath a sky forever shrouded in roiling clouds of soot and shadow.

The continent was still a maelstrom of ruin-a scorched, mutilated land where chaos reigned supreme and sanity was an illusion.

The air was thick with sulfur and screams.

From the charred peaks of obsidian mountains to the gaping fissures in the ash-streaked plains, death was not an event-it was the norm, happening each second.

Demons of every form and madness crawled this blood-drenched land.

Some walked with twisted limbs, others swam across molten rivers, their bodies shaped by agony and a lust for power.

The skies were never clear; winged abominations battled in midair, and lightning storms surged unnaturally, drawn by the bloodshed below.

At the very heart of this hellscape stood a towering obsidian fortress-the Citadel of Vepar.

A monument to dread, it rose like a black dagger stabbing the light.

Spires curved like claws into the sky, and infernal gargoyles lined the walls, each one weeping molten tears as if in eternal torment.

Inside the fortress, the throne room was bathed in dim crimson light.

Lava flowed beneath the transparent glass floor in slow, bubbling rivers.

Massive banners made from the hides of Humans, Elves, Beastkin, and other enemy lords hung above, swaying gently with the thick, unnatural wind.

Vepar reclined upon her jagged throne, one leg crossed elegantly over the other.

Her long, shadowy hair shimmered like oil in the flickering light.

Her crimson eyes stared ahead, unblinking and sharp, like those of a predator who hadn’t eaten in centuries.

A ripple spread through the shadows before her.

And then… it appeared.

A figure-impossible to fully perceive-emerged from the darkness itself.

Cloaked in pure shadow, his form was indistinct, more silhouette than substance.

Eyes-if he had any-were hidden, and his presence felt like falling into a bottomless pit.

“Vepar,” the figure spoke, his voice a distorted whisper that seemed to crawl inside one’s ears.

“You summoned me.” Vepar’s lips curled faintly.

“You took your time, Dantalion.” Dantalion, the 71st Demon of Solomon, the King of Manipulation and Lies, gave no reply.

He simply waited.

“I’ve verified from my dogs what I sensed before,” Vepar began, her voice filled with demonic charm that would make even the dead rise, “There was a pulse… a ripple of something.

Subtle, but unmistakable.

It originated from the Royal Clan of the Titan Race.” “A ripple?” Dantalion’s form tilted, as though intrigued.

“The Titans have grown quiet in recent years.

I thought they were bound by oaths and stagnated.” “So did I,” Vepar murmured, her claws tapping against the throne’s armrest.

“But this ripple… was unnatural.

I felt it from the Zorathal Continent.

And my underlings confirmed something amiss with the Royal Clan of Titans.” Dantalion was silent for a moment.

Then he slowly spoke, “You are not the only one to feel it.

In the Thunderpeak Kingdom of the Human Race, another anomaly has surfaced.” Vepar’s gaze sharpened.

“Another?” “Yes.

It was masked as soon as it surfaced.

But I felt it the moment it appeared.

The child is still growing up, learning about mana.” The throne room fell into silence, the only sound the low, bubbling hiss of lava beneath them.

“Two anomalies,” Vepar finally said.

“One among the Titans.

One among the Humans.

Could one of them be…?” “The Scion of the End,” Dantalion whispered.

Vepar’s jaw clenched.

The name carried weight.

Terror.

And an unimaginable destiny.

“He is meant to bring disaster,” Dantalion continued, his form flickering.

“Neither Demons nor Gods will survive his rise.” “And if the forces of Light discover this?” Vepar asked, eyes narrowing.

“Then we will have war before we are ready.” Dantalion’s tone was cold, emotionless.

“That is why he must die.

Quietly.

Before anyone realizes what he is.” Vepar leaned forward, resting her chin on a clawed finger as she looked at Dantalion with amusement.

“Why don’t you attack the one in the Human Kingdom?” Dantalion’s figure flickered.

“I can’t.

Otherwise, we won’t have a second chance.

And it is troublesome.

If I can’t kill him in one hit, then his guardian will arrive to buy him time.” Vepar’s eyes flashed with surprise.

“Oh?

His guardian is strong enough to contend with you?” “No, but… There is one being among the Humans whom I can’t contend against.” His words hung low, making the atmosphere of the entire throne room heavy.

Vepar’s body shivered, her eyes flashing with a hint of fear.

“Dawn… Dawn… Damn Dawn, how in the holy hell did this Prime World birth such a monster?!” She gritted her teeth, remembering the last time she had fought with him.

Dantalion’s figure darkened, sharing a similar worry.

“He is the biggest anomaly of this world.

Yet he is not on the same level as the anomaly we are about to face.

Dawn… is an incomprehensible being.

We better be careful around him.” Vepar took a deep breath.

“Even the beings in the Higher Chiliocosm aren’t as monstrous as him.” Dantalion’s figure flickered, on the verge of extinguishment.

“That’s why, if I try and fail, the entire forces of Light will wage war on us-and we’ll lose all chances of killing the Scion of the End.” A suffocating silence followed.

And then, like smoke scattering in the wind, Dantalion’s form began to dissolve.

His final words echoed softly through the room: “Find the Scion.

And end him.” He vanished into the shadows, leaving only a lingering chill.

Vepar remained motionless on her throne, her eyes fixed on nothing and everything.

“Two anomalies…” she whispered.

“But only one shall bring ruin.” Her fingers clenched the armrests.

Her voice, at first a murmur, grew jagged with venom.  “And Dawn… Dawn, you should be-” Her pupils dilated.

“ETERNALLY DAMNED!!” BOOOOOOM!!!

Her shrill scream ruptured the heavens.

Half the citadel collapsed in a maelstrom of shrieking magic.

Shockwaves tore across the sea and sky, turning entire regions into storms of death.

The wails of millions rose, then fell silent.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Primordial_Seven Was going to upload three chapters, but this chapter ended on a good note, so will do three tomorrow (๑˃ᴗ˂)ï»­