From the shattered plains below, darkness began to seep upward, slowly, silently — like ink bleeding through silk.
It coiled and twisted, forming a vast domain that pulsed with a life of its own, centering around Yu Xuan.
The colossal dragon sensed it instantly.
Her ancient bloodline screamed a warning — a primal instinct whispering danger.
The air around her shimmered with tension as the dragon's golden pupils dilated, locking onto the figure below.
Yu Xuan walked calmly through the air, each step manifesting a stair of pure darkness beneath his feet. The darkness obeyed him, bowing and shifting, forming an obsidian path that led straight toward the heavens — toward the dragon above.
A low growl reverberated through the skies, and the dragon opened her maw.
Within it, creation itself seemed to stir — a sphere of blinding, molten light gathered, before being unleashed as a torrent of radiant annihilation.
The heavens blazed as the dragon's divine breath surged toward Yu Xuan.
