Chapter 37: The Power of the End

Goherbert believed that the returning Red Dragon King would overthrow the rule of the Golden Dragon King.

By then, he would lead his old subordinates on this new continent to once again pledge allegiance to the King.

By then, he would be able to offer the Red Dragon King a brand-new power:

The Power of the End.

This was his discovery in this new world.

This power originated from an unimaginably massive greatsword, a weapon so heavy that even with Goherbert's formidable strength, it was a struggle to wield.

The blade was half black and half white.

It is worth noting that there was a notch in the black section, roughly the width of an adult dragon's neck, upon which faint, lingering traces of blood could still be seen.

This greatsword must have been forged by a dragon, and it had severed the head of another.

The aura emanating from the blade was ancient, suggesting it had existed for a very long time.

The black half seemed to possess a life of its own, constantly writhing and eroding the white section.

When Goherbert first touched the black area, an indescribable, surging power clashed within his body.

He had fought black dragons more than once.

This power was not entirely the same as the death-dealing essence carried by black dragons; it destroyed while simultaneously creating.

It was as if it were decomposing his flesh and blood into tiny fragments, only to reassemble them once more.

During this process, his body became even more powerful after being restructured.

Goherbert named it the Power of the End.

The power seemed to approve of his thoughts, as if it had once belonged to a sentient being.

The deeper Goherbert delved into exploring the Power of the End, the more obsessed he became.

He discovered that his old wounds were constantly healing, and he felt as though he could return to his prime.

The power helped him "selflessly," with only one request in return:

"Spread."

Goherbert felt it was strange for a power to have thoughts, but whenever he tried to contemplate why, his mind would suddenly go blank, as if suffering from amnesia, losing fragments of his memory.

Why did I find it strange? This is perfectly normal.

Since his mind said so, Goherbert stopped dwelling on it.

Now, he spent a large portion of his time each day recalling the past.

These were things that must not be forgotten.

Once he became stronger, he had to return to report for duty and swear loyalty to the King.

Which King?

Despite having just finished recalling it, Goherbert's mind turned into a blank slate.

This feeling of knowing something was crucial yet being unable to remember it caused him immense torment, and he could not help but let out a roar:

"ROAR!!!"

The red dragon's eyes widened in fury; his recumbent body suddenly surged to its feet, his crimson wings unfurling with force. His draconic aura caused the servants attending him to cower and prostrate themselves on the ground in terror.

The weak creatures who had come to the grand hall to offer tribute also knelt in unison, unaware of what madness had seized this volatile tyrant again.

When the red dragon had vented his rage and his eyes regained their clarity, he noticed a peculiar creature amidst the kneeling tribute-bearers.

He was dressed in white robes, his left hand held behind his back, his right hand gripping an antique wooden box, a jade pendant hanging at his waist. Beneath his feet swirled white mist, as if he had descended from the heavens.

Beside this strange creature followed a graceful, azure-colored butterfly dragon; its slender neck was held high, adorned with a string of white jade beads.

Its presence only served to accentuate the extraordinary air of the unknown being.

When had there ever been such a figure among the tribute-bearers?

Goherbert furrowed his brow.

Scanning the rest of the hall where all others remained knelt, he refocused his attention on the two composed figures, especially the one in white:

"Who are you?"