The one on the ground was the Divine Dragon King. If Nolan killed him now, it would be a waste. I'm thinking about building a nation… and I will need strength. His power is as great as Lyra's, even in this weakened form. But in his true form, he is far too powerful. Still—useful.
He kept his thoughts silent, his eyes fixed on the fallen dragon, whose faded skin and broken wings made him look as though death itself had already claimed him.
"I could erase you from time itself," Nolan finally said aloud, his voice low, sharp. "It would be as though you never existed. Your name, your history—gone. Or… you can surrender to me."
The Divine Dragon King's pride trembled in his words. "I have been humiliated today. My pride, which is my everything, has been broken. So even if I surrender, it is meaningless. But still—I choose to surrender."
