Kael Draven didn’t hesitate. He decided—and that decision hardened into something dangerous, sharp. It wasn’t just resolved; it was a killing intent that shrugged off consequences. He moved like a man who’d already burned his bridges and wouldn’t bother looking back.“Arrogant,” Lucas Grant spat, voice rough with anger. He hadn’t expected anyone to try and strike Aaron Kane right in front of him. Did Kael Draven really think he could act like that and not pay for it?Lucas Grant wasn’t weak. As a fusion master, he was a force to be reckoned with. But Kael Draven didn’t want a straight fight. He trusted his strength, sure—but he also knew his limits. Strategy mattered. Weapon choice mattered. Timing mattered more than pride.He tightened his grip on the Blood‑Drinking Blade, launched the Nine Strikes of the Yellow Spring, and followed with the Ice‑Sealing Soul Devourer. Then he moved—directly for Aaron Kane.Kael Draven wasn’t even a member of the Guardian Hall anymore. The room shifte

Kael Draven finally let out a long, slow breath. Relief washed over him like a warm tide. He had done it—broken through to Peak Evolution.Still… stepping into the Thunder Forest to join the Thunder Battle? Confidence didn’t come easy.Over four hundred fighters. Half of them are at the Evolution Realm. More than thirty had even breached the Fusion Realm. This wasn’t a competition. It was survival. Brutal, unforgiving survival.“Squeak… squeak…”A tiny, persistent squeak came from his arms. Curious, he lifted the little creature and stroked it gently, careful not to startle it.This was the tiny dragon he had rescued from Dragon Valley. Two eggs had been found there originally—one, a Fire Dragon Egg, had gone to Tobias Draven. The other had landed in Kael Draven’s hands.To an outsider, it was nothing more than a small snake, wriggling and squeaking. But Kael Draven knew better. This little one was no ordinary hatchling—it was a mutated giant dragon.“What’s wrong, little one?” he ask

Drip... drip... drip...The sound echoed endlessly through the cavern, each drop a hollow heartbeat against stone. The place felt ancient, suffocatingly vast — like the mountain itself was breathing above them. Eight towering pillars rose into the shadows, their surfaces carved with thousands of strange, flowing symbols that almost seemed alive, rippling faintly when the light flickered.“Mmmph—”The sound broke through the gloom.Kiera Thane’s eyes flew open. For a moment, everything was just pain. Her head throbbed, her limbs screamed, and even breathing hurt. She groaned, pushing herself up from the freezing stone floor, shaking her head like she could physically knock the fog out of her mind.“You’re finally awake, huh?” The voice came from across the cavern—Kael Draven. His tone was tired, rough around the edges.“You vile scoundrel! I swear I’ll kill you!” The words came out before she even knew what she was saying. She tried to get up, fueled by pure fury—but the moment she mov

Endless Sea of Blood?The name alone demanded attention. Bold. Commanding. Almost brazen in its audacity.Twelve patterns, fragments of a single grand design. Together, they formed a weapon of unimaginable power.“Kiera Thane… the patterns are carved into the stone walls. Are you planning to take the walls with you, too?” Kael Draven asked, curiosity and disbelief warring in his voice. The walls were part of the mountain itself. To remove them—along with the twelve patterns—was a sheer impossibility.Kiera Thane’s face darkened. A flicker of disappointment passed over her features. “According to sect legends, the ancestor unified the Endless Sea of Blood, hiding it deep within. If I’m correct, the true map is concealed in only one of these twelve patterns.”Even Kiera Thane didn’t know why she was sharing so much.Kael Draven tilted his head. “Do you want my help?”She waved him off, her expression tightening with seriousness. “Only one pattern holds the real Endless Sea of Blood. One

Heroes often stumble at the touch of beauty.And sometimes… beauty struggles just as much against a hero.Think about it. How could a woman resist a man willing to die for her? A man who had taken her innocence and risked everything for her? What choice did her heart really have but to surrender?Kael Draven shifted, struggling to sit upright, letting out a helpless shrug. “Kiera Thane… you’ve been far too reckless. The Endless Sea of Blood Map isn’t nearly as simple as it looks.”Kiera Thane nodded slowly. She barely noticed the change in herself—her pride, her defiance, even her usual sharpness seemed softened. “I… I thought connecting my bloodline to the map would let me claim it. But… it didn’t work.”Her voice trailed off. A flicker of fear danced in her eyes.“Brat… what do I do now?”Still “brat.” Somehow, it wasn’t just an insult. Kiera Thane’s tone gave it weight—a mix of exasperation, affection, and… something else entirely.Kael Draven didn’t dwell on it. He rested briefly,