The warm vapor billowing from the Dragon Font pool gradually faded as the logistics of Jaxon’s medical treatment shifted. A tactical move was executed by Zaky under Aqlan’s direct orders. Jaxon was no longer accompanied by just a single person; he was relocated deeper into the Sanctuary Sector under the strict surveillance of the dragon klan’s council of physicians. Led by Lyra’s father, an ancient magical restoration expert with a profound understanding of Necrotic Mana-Rust, Jaxon's healing was now handled collectively by a far more capable medical system, completely freeing Isyra from her vigil. However, the variable that triggered tactical calculations in Ethan’s brain was Isyra’s subsequent placement. Instead of being quartered in the standard warrior barracks or the regular guest pavilions of the Archaic Sector, Isyra was moved by Zaky to the Amethyst Pavilion. This ancient wooden structure, bordered by purple magical flora, perched on the most isolated cliffside on the eastern

The air in the narrow crevice of the Sky Sector suddenly froze along with Lyra's reflex movement to smash the Mana-Jammer beacon crystal onto the stone floor. Within this quiet, confined space, even the slightest sound could trigger an echo that would awaken the flock of adult dragons above them. A mass commotion was the last thing that should happen tonight.Ethan did not release a noisy, giant ice-wind slash. His tactical brain chose an option that was far more precise but carried extreme physical consequences for himself.Ethan forced the Dual Soul Circuit, which was only a day old inside his body, to spin beyond its safe speed limits. He channeled the pure ice energy from Rion not toward the blade of his sword, but directly to the fingertips of his left hand, creating a micro-temporal space-freezing technique.In a single blink of an eye, Ethan dashed forward through the five-meter distance separating him from Lyra. His speed was so absolute that it resembled a shadow ghost in the

The darkness of the final third of the night at the Central Command Tower slowly melted into a cold streak of purplish-gray on the eastern horizon. The canyon wind blew twice as hard, carrying the scent of sulfur and the friction of latent energy from the outer protection veil, which was beginning to churn under the pressure of the Black Dawn's scanning radars.Supreme Commander Zaky had left the strategy room to lead the mobilization of emergency barricades in the Southern and Western Sectors. Now, the authority over Ethan's individual preparation was entirely handed over to Commander Aqlan."The logistics for the deepest boundary chamber are ready, Commander," a familiar, calm voice broke the silence in the tower's stone corridor.Rexi, the middle-aged tactical assistant who always loyally accompanied Aqlan, stepped forward from behind a stone pillar. His hand held a small black wooden chest carved with protective seals, while several energy-circulation magic badges hung from his wa

Ethan's footsteps echoed firmly as he entered the Main Strategy Room in the Central Command Tower. The second stage of the Dual Soul Circuit, which had just been locked under the supervision of Aqlan and Rexi, radiated a denser cold aura around his black robe. The exhaustion from the extreme training and his dialogue with the old dragon Azuregale earlier was suppressed deeply by his absolute tactical focus.Inside the room, the atmosphere was completely tense. The holographic map of the valley projected by Zaky's stone instrument blinked red in the western and northern sectors.Supreme Commander Zaky stood at the end of the table with both hands resting on the wooden edge, his face hardening as he stared at the red dots of the Black Dawn fleet drawing closer outside the veil. Beside him, Aqlan and Rexi were busy examining parchment rolls containing logistics allocations for magic arrows and the deployment of border-guarding dragons."You are on time, Ethan," Zaky looked up, his voice

Aegisvar's green protective veil at the northeastern end was truly ripped open on a macro scale. Three units of Iron Leviathan-class mechanical motherships belonging to the Order of the Black Dawn hovered arrogantly amidst the black fog, the muzzles of their steam cannons still spewing the remnants of demolisher projectiles. Hundreds of heavy armored infantry soldiers began jumping down using steel wire grappling ropes, charging into the narrow crevice of the Sky Sector with the absolute arrogance of the empire's technology.On top of the highest platform of The Dragon Crucible, the storm wind howled, flapping Ethan's black robe wildly. Under the tactical coordination of Supreme Commander Zaky from the central tower, the bait had truly been swallowed hook, line, and sinker by General Kaelen. The enemy thought they had successfully breached a domestic weak point, without knowing that they were walking toward a mass graveyard that had been coldly calculated."Ethan! Their frontline divi