The Death of a Dynasty

The battlefield was chaos incarnate. Explosions tore through the sky, raining fire and debris across the scorched earth. Shadows danced amidst the smoke, twisting and writhing as the Nine Dragons unleashed their full power. The ancient magic of Komodo Island surged, its fury echoing through the heavens.

David stood at the center, the Crown of the Dragon ablaze with light, its power pushing back against the darkness. Around him, his allies fought with every ounce of strength they had left, their courage unwavering even as the shadows threatened to consume them.

Felix moved like a tempest, his fists blazing with energy as he faced Wei Long. Their clash was brutal, fists meeting with bone-crushing force, shockwaves rippling across the battlefield.

Wei Long’s laughter cut through the chaos, cold and mocking. His aura flared, dark energy swirling around him. “You were always weak, Felix. A dog begging for scraps. That’s why you’ll never be more than a traitor.”