“I’m going to die!”
Someone looked up at the magic light in the sky, bright as the sun, and let out this exclamation. Like a virus, it spread rapidly, causing a second wave of chaos.
A thin layer of fine sweat formed on the withered man’s face.
After using a special teleportation array to leave that ferry, which had been like an isolated island, he thought the crisis had passed.
He never expected to encounter such a scene upon arriving at the City of the Other Shore.
“A dragon…”
He recognized the massive beast, and shock filled his heart.
Dragons had only ever been active in storybooks and those elusive rumors.
One had appeared a year ago, but that time, it was dealt with by the Ordinary-blood Sword Saint.
Such a powerful monster could likely only be opposed by the pinnacle of human strength—let alone defeated decisively.
Facing a dragon, ordinary people could only despair of death or hope that it had no interest in crushing ants.
That was why he deeply admired the human woman who had single-handedly hunted down that legendary dragon, the Destruction Monarch, the black dragon Pandrake.
He heard she was only twenty-five.
The dragon’s shadow loomed over everyone in the city.
Most hung their heads, too afraid to look at the powerful being in the sky, too afraid to face the death that might come at any moment.
Next to the withered man, among the trio out on their journey, the cloaked girl raised her head and looked up at the dragon high above.
Though its powerful pressure made it hard for her to breathe, she still strained with all her might to open her eyes and carefully observe what this dragon in the sky looked like.
“Black… no, there’s a hint of silver and purple. Who is it?”
“Missy.”
The middle-aged man, who was her bodyguard by profession, did not have a good expression.
Even though he could suppress his seventh-tier strength, he could not protect the young people beside him under a dragon’s breath.
The girl shook her head and said, “It’s okay. Its target doesn’t seem to be us humans.”
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then turned his head to look at the magical radiance in the sky.
He could vaguely see the dragon’s body—it was facing away from the City of the Other Shore, directly toward the northern peak.
Under the gazes within the city, Enya transformed the enormous magic power she had accumulated into a breath of endless destruction. In an instant, a hundred-meter beam of light struck the top of Mount Blacksky.
Her target was that temple.
Atop Mount Blacksky, the afterimage the Historical Scholar had pulled from the past stood inside the temple’s church, looking up at the standing statue of the Goddess.
Even as Enya accumulated magic power outside, he did not act to stop her.
He simply stood quietly before the statue.
Boom!
A deafening explosion shook the heavens.
The mountain peak was directly pierced by the thick beam of light.
Bright red magma flowed like its blood, and the peak’s summit turned to nothing under the dragon’s breath.
Enya raised her head and swung her breath toward the sky, shattering that False Starry Sky, which belonged to some unknown era, along with it.
A great rift appeared in the sky.
With a roar, she spread her dragon wings and flew toward the rift, which was five or six hundred meters wide.
Along with her, from the black river surrounding this isolated city, streaks of silver-white light rose—the great beast Yeyue led countless translucent flying fish, following behind as they ascended out of the City of the Other Shore.
Everyone still conscious in the city witnessed this magnificent scene.
“She’s leaving…”
“Those fish are leaving too.”
“But how are we supposed to leave?”
“Good heavens, the tide is receding!”
The black vortex surrounding the City of the Other Shore, after Enya destroyed its core and took away its source, was finally about to dry up.
The false starry night shattered, pieces falling down, burning to ash on the way, and in the end, nothing landed.
The light of the morning sun streamed through the gradually widening rift into this ancient city from history.
The Land of Eternal Night welcomed sunlight, which also meant its end.
Everything in the city collapsed and disintegrated like the starry night. Some people’s clothes vanished, some people’s weapons vanished.
The City of This Shore had not been built on the ruins of the City of the Other Shore; it had been built on another site.
Their current location was a barren black forest, a nearly lifeless dead land.
This was once the site of a great battle…
“Look! The dragon is leading those fish toward the east.”
In the real sky, Enya led the way, not bothering to avoid the gazes directed at her. She did not rise above the clouds.
Enya flew eastward, not very fast, and she passed over every member state of the Northland States, leaving behind a large number of witnesses.
Why?
So that they would know: she had arrived.
Zeta sat on Enya’s shoulder, looking down at the human cities below.
Using magic power to enhance her eyes, she found great amusement in the panicked appearances of the humans and the strange expressions on their faces after surviving.
It was so funny Zeta could die laughing.
“Sister Enya, these humans don’t dare cause you any trouble, huh?”
“Your big sis is awesome, right?”
Enya grinned.
Zeta shouted, “Sister Enya is the best!”
“Hmm~ I’ll have to fly this round a bit longer. Let’s see if there are any brave warriors who dare challenge a dragon. I’d be happy to play with the little kids.”
And so Enya passed over the airspace of the Northland States, including that of the Three Kings.
Even over their own territories, no one dared to come and stop her.
No brave warriors?
Boring…
Enya found that these people didn’t seem to have any intention of challenging her, so she turned around and flew toward Lakeside City.
Lakeside City, on a bustling street.
“A dragon appears!”
A boy ran down the street, shouting as he went.
In a restaurant, inside a window-side private room, sat two beautiful maids in long dresses—one with black hair, one with emerald hair.
Lucina heard the commotion outside.
She frowned, got up, walked to the window, opened a crack, and peered out at the boy who had run far away.
She murmured to herself, “A dragon…”
Wendy, who was eating noodles, also heard the shouting from outside.
After licking her lips, she said to Lucina, “Could it be that the Mistress has returned?”
“How could that be?”
Lucina shook her head.
She had always thought Enya was a dragon tribe member, usually using special magic tools to disguise herself as a human.
But what was being said just now was “dragon”—a dragon and dragon tribe were different.
“But… it’s not impossible either.”
Lucina thought again. She had never seen a dragon.
The concept of dragon tribe had only recently emerged.
Those commoners outside—how would they know the difference between a dragon and a dragon tribe? As long as it was a big dragon, they’d call it a dragon.
Wendy blinked her watery, dark-green eyes.
Just as she was about to speak, she felt a hand press down on her shoulder.
The elf maid trembled.
Enya reached out and gently pinched Wendy’s ear, teasing with a smile.
“Haven’t bullied you in a few days. My hands are a little itchy.”
“Mmh—Mistress!”
Wendy immediately put down her chopsticks and stood up.
Zeta poked her head out from behind Enya.
Her blue, slit-pupiled eyes were not friendly toward Wendy, and her words were barbed.
“Tch, Sister Enya, why are you taking in a stupid elf like this?”
“Stupid…”
Wendy’s eyebrows drooped.
She admitted she was stupid, but did she have to be scolded so directly to her face? And who are you, and why are you clinging to the Mistress’s leg?
Enya reached her hand into Zeta’s especially soft golden hair, grabbed the little fox’s neck, and lifted her out from where she was clinging to her waist and leg, setting her down on a chair.
By the window, Lucina saw Enya’s most real appearance at this moment.
Her mouth fell open.
She swallowed her saliva with a gulp, then stared blankly at Enya, dazed as she said, “S-S-S-S-Saintess?!”
“Not that many saint characters. At most I’m a Sword Saint, not a Saintess.”
Enya shot Lucina a look, then also sat down at the table, stretching lazily.
Then she said to the still-shocked Lucina, “Order me two bowls of noodles. No beef.”
“I…”
Zeta raised her hand to speak, but Enya directly cut off her movement.
Enya grabbed Zeta’s hand. “I’m eating two bowls.”
Zeta pouted and glared at Enya resentfully.
After a moment to recover, Lucina finally snapped out of her shock and hurriedly ran out of the private room.
At the door, she stole a glance at Enya, then focused on Zeta, who Enya had brought.
Zeta gave a humph and said, “Human, what are you looking at?”
“Umm… sorry.”
Lucina pursed her lips, quickly closed the door, and went to order.
Enya glanced at Wendy standing nearby, sighed, and said, “Finish your noodles. Don’t waste food.”
“Oh.”
Wendy wouldn’t be sad about being scolded by Zeta for long—at most a second.
She obediently sat down as Enya told her and continued eating her unfinished noodles, while pricking up her ears to listen.
Enya didn’t mind Wendy eavesdropping. She shifted her gaze from her elf maid to Zeta.
“Zeta, I still have some things to take care of before I can go with you.”
“Huh?”
Zeta’s mouth puffed out, her cheeks inflating like a pufferfish, her little brows furrowed in clear displeasure.
Enya patted her head and comforted her, “It won’t take long. Just stay here for a day or two.”
“Oh…”
Though still a little angry, Zeta agreed to Enya’s request.
But after agreeing, she added, “You’re not allowed to break your word, and you’re not allowed to run away.”
“If I lie, I’m a dog. If I run, I’m a pig. Is that good enough?”
Enya covered her mouth and chuckled.
Wendy asked in a small voice, “Mistress, should I come along?”
“Stupid elf, if you want to get eaten, come right ahead. But I’m not touching your brain—that would turn me into an idiot.”
Zeta glared at Wendy.
Wendy quickly pretended to drink her soup.
In the Elven Kingdom, there was an ancient legend about orcs eating elves, often used to scare little elf girls who liked to run around.
Wendy had been scared by her mother several times when she was little. Once, her mother scared her so badly that she wet herself.