"Welcome back... Arkanis."The corrupted dragon's voice echoed across the ruined Sanctuary with unnatural clarity, carrying far beyond the battlefield as though the world itself had become a chamber built to amplify those dreadful words. Every sword stopped moving. Every spell faded before it reached its target.The retreating abyss demons halted mid-step, while the undead warriors froze like statues carved from frost. Even the rain seemed to hesitate as countless eyes turned toward the lone young knight standing at the centre of the battlefield. Henry's heart slammed against his ribs. Then it beat again. But the second heartbeat did not belong to him.A deeper rhythm echoed beneath his own pulse, ancient and powerful, like the slow beating of a colossal dragon sleeping beneath the earth. His vision blurred. The Dragon Heart burned hotter than it ever had before. Silver markings spread beyond his neck, climbing toward his face like living rivers of light. Crimson flames spiralled aroun