CHAPTER 728

In the heart of the land of dragons, beneath a sky tormented by eternal storms, stood the fortress of Dragon King Stone. A being of imposing scale, covered in scales like obsidian and with wings that could obscure the sun, he had guarded the remnants of the fallen god for centuries.

That evening, the air was thick with tension and foreboding, as the echo of battles resonated in the distance, a symphony of chaos that announced the arrival of the interim leaders of the Purgatory organization.

Stone, with his vast wisdom and power, had sensed a shift in the currents of energy that enveloped his domain. The delicate balance he had maintained for centuries was about to be shattered by those who wished to steal what he had been entrusted to protect.