Draven stood over the Ozyrath, his gaze fixed on her dragon eyes as they slowly shut still. The fierce glow that once burned within them dimmed into nothingness. A huge chump of smoke escaped her nostrils as her heart beat its last, the sound echoing faintly before fading into silence.For a brief moment, everything stilled.Then her body lit up.The Ozyrath’s massive form began to glow brightly, like an outburst of white light layered with violet and crimson. The radiance intensified, pouring out of her scales, her claws, her very core. The colors twisted together violently, spiraling upward like a storm made of fire and light. The ground beneath her shimmered, reflecting the brilliance, as though the realm itself acknowledged her fall.Draven did not move. He stood still watching.The light outburst faded swiftly like a whirlwind losing force, collapsing inward instead of expanding outward. The Ozyrath’s form dissolved into nothing, swallowed by its own radiance. Where her colossal

“As expected,” Draven muttered under his breath.The words left him quietly, almost lazily, yet his eyes missed nothing. The cave entrance had already told him enough. Nothing in the mere existed without intention.“Master, I’ll stay out. My size, I can’t fit in here,” the Vaelcryx said.Its voice echoed faintly against the stone walls, restrained, careful not to overstep.Draven’s lips curled. “I hear you.”There was no need for further exchange.With that, he walked further into the cave.From where he first stood, the cave held no light in it, just abject darkness. It swallowed depth and distance alike, appearing endless and hollow. The air inside felt still, untouched by the turbulence of the spirit realm outside. No sound. Only a waiting silence.His boots pressed against the stone floor.The moment he stepped further in, an invisible light source flickered on without flame or torch. It illuminated the interior gradually, like dawn unfolding across a hidden chamber. Shadows retre

The intensity of her scream reverberated through the air like a living force. Draven’s grip around her neck tightened, brutal and absolute, veins in his arms taut with controlled strength. Her once-glowing emerald eyes had darkened, green brilliance extinguished, replaced with swirling shadows. Dark lines raced across her skin as if her very life force tried to escape. Her gaze pooled with unspeakable darkness, pressure from Draven’s grip pressing into her very soul.CRACK!Her skin fractured like shattered glass. Fissures tore along her body, shedding layers until her true form was revealed.She was no longer the radiant, human-like figure she pretended to by illusion. Her skin was deep purple, rough and scaly, mottled with ridges and scars. A stench of rotting meat hung off her, sour and pungent, rising like a cloud of decay. She retained some semblance of humanity, but twisted into grotesque distortion. Her eyes were inverted, perched where her mouth should have been. Her nose flar

In the Spirit Realm....The creatures stood frozen, their dark forms still radiating the stench of decay. The smoke that had once curled around their armored bodies thinned into nothingness. Their presence had carried weight, authority, menace. Now that weight had collapsed into silence.They were taken aback.“ვინ ხარ შენ?”“Who are you?” the Vaelcryx interpreted, its voice low, cautious.Draven did not answer immediately.He exhaled sharply. A hum of white smoke escaped his lips, drifting into the air like a final warning.“Too bad you’d figure it out on the other side.”SLING!!!The sound was clean and precise.Before comprehension could settle in their minds, their heads separated from their bodies. One by one, they fell, striking the ground with heavy, hollow thuds. There was no drawn-out struggle. No desperate retaliation. Just execution.Draven had moved faster than perception itself.The spear he had taken from the first creature sliced through the air with surgical certainty.

CHAPTER 49In the physical realm…“General Shaw!!” The prime minister’s voice cut sharply through the tense air.A hologram flickered to life, projecting his stern visage with an icy glow.“How’s the progress with the task?” the prime minister demanded, his tone carrying that mix of authority and impatience that could make grown men falter.General Shaw ran a hand through his hair, the weight of his failure pressing heavily on his shoulders. “Still no trace of this weapon. I plan to catch him with his own trap, but he’s yet to act on it.”Rage, desperation and frustration clinging on him.BOOM!!He slammed his fist onto the polished surface of the desk with a force that rattled pens, papers, and a few scattered devices. The echo of the impact bounced off the walls, a sharp percussion to the tense room.The prime minister’s laughter rang out. Sharp. Cruel. Almost theatrical, like Shaw’s frustration was nothing but a performance for his amusement.“Shaw,” the prime minister sneered, his