He didn't stop there. He followed in relentless pursuit, a golden-clad figure chasing a fiery beast in a celestial dance of power.
Below, the Elven warriors watched in stunned silence.
"D-Did we win…?" the knight stammered, his voice barely a whisper amidst the stunned silence.
Then, a hesitant cheer erupted from the Elven ranks. It was a fragile sound, tinged with disbelief and the lingering fear of the dragon's fiery breath. But as they watched their king, a golden beacon against the blue sky, relentlessly pursuing the thrashing beast, the cheer grew louder, swelling into a wave of hope that washed over the city.
Meanwhile, high above, the king wrestled with the power coursing through him. The Sage Awakening had indeed transformed him, empowering him far beyond his previous abilities. He could feel the magic thrumming in his veins.
