Chapter 49
Author: GRACE
last update2026-04-23 18:57:43

A wave of blue frost shot out. It moved so fast that the air itself turned to snow. The frost hit Drogo’s chest, and for a second, the violet fire on his wings died down.

A layer of thick, blue ice began to grow over his obsidian skin. It moved up his legs, over his stomach, and toward his heart.

Drogo felt the cold. It was a cold that wanted to stop time. It wanted to turn his thoughts into stone.

"Drogo!" He heard a voice. It was Silas, shouting from inside his metal sphere.

Drogo looked at
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  • Chapter 49

    A wave of blue frost shot out. It moved so fast that the air itself turned to snow. The frost hit Drogo’s chest, and for a second, the violet fire on his wings died down. A layer of thick, blue ice began to grow over his obsidian skin. It moved up his legs, over his stomach, and toward his heart.Drogo felt the cold. It was a cold that wanted to stop time. It wanted to turn his thoughts into stone."Drogo!" He heard a voice. It was Silas, shouting from inside his metal sphere.Drogo looked at the ice on his chest. He felt the Archive whispering in his mind. “The cold is just a lack of energy,” the voices said. “The Abyss is not just darkness. It is the friction of the void. It is the heat of the end.”Drogo gritted his teeth. He didn't use the [Entropy Flame]. He didn't use a spell. He willed his Abyssal Core to rotate.Inside his chest, the violet engine of his power began to spin. Faster. Faster. Faster.The heat started to rise. It wasn't the heat of a fire. It was a "Dark Heat."

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