I closed my eyes and let out a soft gasp. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. 

Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. 

My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. 

Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods?

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The stars within the portal surged, and an all too familiar bellow roared from the gate. A silver-scaled head, wreathed in ghostly golden flames, emerged, followed by a long, serpentine body with clawed limbs. Stars glittered across its scales, designed in natural magical arrays as strong as a Canyon Crawler's armor. The dragon was enormous, stretching over a thousand feet long, with a gaping maw of jagged teeth and a presence that shook the Grand Aegis. It was formed from the same essence as the remnants, without soul or actual flesh. Even more terrifying was that, while it wasn't quite ninth-level, neither was it eighth.


Chapter 957 - To Fight an Immortal