Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

Anya lay sprawled on the shattered remains of the road, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Blood trickled from the deep gashes along her arms and torso, pooling beneath her as she weakly propped herself up on one elbow. The once-busy street was now an unrecognizable ruin, cracked asphalt and debris scattered in every direction.

A wry smile could be seen on her lips despite the pain. “Damn… I have to commend you,” she rasped, coughing up a bit of blood. “You were… quite the challenge.”

Mar’Garet stood tall a few feet away, her black armor still gleaming despite the dust and destruction around them. Her crimson eyes burned with frustration as she twirled her spear, still dripping with Anya’s blood. She scoffed.

“Annoying. That’s what you are. Do you have any idea how infuriating it is when a weak little human like you refuses to just die?”

Of course, she could have killed Anya easily if she had decided to manipulate the law of space or motion, but such use of her mana or Ether would have alerted Alister to what she was doing due to the connection between summoner and summon.

She took a slow step forward, raising her spear high. “No matter. I’ll put an end to this now.”

Just as she prepared to strike, a cold, commanding voice suddenly spoke.

“Mar’Garet. What do you think you’re doing?”

Mar’Garet froze, her entire body stiffening at the familiar presence that had suddenly appeared. A portal of golden light flickered open behind her, and from its swirling depths, Cinder stepped out. Her crimson eyes glowed, and her gaze landed unflinchingly on the dragon general.

For the first time in the battle, Mar’Garet hesitated.

She turned slightly, gripping her spear tighter as she answered, “Ridding this world of an arrogant human who doesn’t know her place.”

The air around them grew unnaturally heavy as Cinder’s expression darkened. Her voice, now dangerously low, sent an icy chill down Mar’Garet’s spine.

“You will not be doing such a thing.”

Mar’Garet grit her teeth, her instincts screaming at her to lower her head due to the fact that this woman was marked by the Dragon Overlord’s blood.

Still, she hesitated. Then, Cinder’s next words came out with undeniable weight.

“Kneel.”

Mar’Garet stiffened. Her fingers twitched. Cinder narrowed her eyes.

“That was an order from your queen.”

A flicker of defiance burned in Mar’Garet’s eyes for only a second before it was smothered by the sheer force of Cinder’s authority.

Slowly, reluctantly, she sank down onto one knee, lowering her head. “Yes… my queen.”

Cinder’s crimson eyes bore into her, unblinking. “Tell me, Mar’Garet,” she said coolly. “Have you lost your mind? Do you not already know our Lord’s will?”

Mar’Garet’s grip on her spear tightened, but she said nothing.

Cinder’s tone sharpened. “He wishes for this woman to stand beside him. And yet, here you are, trying to cut her down.” She stepped forward. “Tell me, Mar’Garet, do you wish to bring him pain?”

Mar’Garet flinched, her breath catching in her throat. “That was never my intention!” she blurted out. Her voice wavered, her emotions bubbling dangerously close to the surface. “It’s just… it’s just—!”

She gritted her teeth, her hands trembling. Then, to her horror, she felt it—hot tears welling in her eyes.

“Why won’t he look at me?” she choked out.

Cinder remained silent, watching.

“I’m always here,” Mar’Garet said, her voice raw with frustration. “I’ve fought for him. I’ve followed him. I’ve gone through hell for him. I’ve always made it clear I love him. I was here before you… and yet… he made you his queen.” She lifted her head, her burning red eyes filled with anguish.

“It’s not fair.”

Cinder exhaled slowly, shaking her head. “Your loyalty is not in question,” she said, her voice softer now. “But your actions today? They are an insult to his wishes. Do you truly think you can act behind his back without consequences?”

Mar’Garet swallowed hard, shame settling heavily in her chest.

Cinder continued. “You will return to the Nest and tend to the egg, as you told our Lord you would. Perhaps then, he will go easy on you once he hears of this.”

Mar’Garet’s teeth clenched, frustration clearly on her face, but she did not argue. “I… understand,” she said, though it clearly took effort.

Without another word, a golden portal shimmered open beside her. Mar’Garet rose to her feet, cast one last glance at the bleeding Anya, then stepped through, vanishing into the swirling light.

Silence followed her departure.

Cinder exhaled before finally turning her gaze to Anya, who was still barely clinging to consciousness.

“As for you…” she muttered, stepping closer.

Anya barely managed to lift her head. “Guess… I owe you one, huh?” she forced out.

Cinder’s expression remained unreadable. “It seems I’ll have to call upon Silvyr to heal you,” she said, inspecting Anya’s wounds. “I doubt human healers will be capable of closing wounds inflicted by dragon arms.”

Anya let out a weak, humorless chuckle. “Lucky me.”

Cinder sighed. “Just don’t make me regret saving you. Mar’Garet’s actions today were indeed going too far, but I am most certain it was how you acted that led her to this.”

With that, she raised her hand, golden embers swirling at her fingertips as she prepared to summon Silvyr.

The golden portal shimmered as it widened, and from its glowing depths, a small figure stepped forward. Silvyr, a youthful-looking boy with emerald-green hair and golden eyes, clutched his carved wooden staff as he emerged.

He blinked a few times, his expression curious as he took in his surroundings—the ruined streets, the crumbling buildings, and the strange metal constructs that littered the area.

His eyes sparkled with wonder. “Oh… this human city looks strange, yet beautiful,” he murmured, tilting his head, instantly knowing it was a human settlement because he could smell them all over the place.

Cinder smiled slightly at his fascination. “Yes, little tree,” she said, her tone gentle. “But I called you here for a reason. I need you to heal this human for me.”

Silvyr turned his gaze to Anya, who was still sitting weakly on the ground, her body battered and bloodied. With a nod, he stepped closer.

“Understood,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

Raising his staff, he tapped it gently against the ground. Immediately, the area around Anya began to glow with a soft green light.

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