The Divine Dragon King froze. "What… what just happened?"
Nolan stared back at him, silent.
The dragon snarled. "No matter. If I can't destroy you, I'll destroy the world!" He turned his vast head, aiming the next attack at the realm below—Lyra included.
But before he could release it, Nolan's hand stretched outward again. A blinding light enveloped both him and the Dragon King.
The world vanished.
Darkness. Steam. Stillness. The dragon blinked. "Where am I? Where am I?! What is this place?"
His voice echoed endlessly.
Somewhere in that endless void, Nolan's voice drifted back to him, low and cold. "All those words you've been spitting… all those threats… you made someone I care about shed tears for me. You made her suffer. Your judgment… will be endless."
Lyra's voice echoed faintly, as if from another world, "Master…"
The Dragon King spun in the darkness, unable to see him. The void was stagnant, steam hanging frozen in midair. Time itself had stopped.
