Milo found himself perched atop a giant pile of rubble, clenching and unclenching his fist, he allowed his mana to flow through his body. The flow felt much smoother and relaxed than before, almost like it was a small stream trickling away from a serene lake. He stood and released all of his mana, his thick black aura clung tightly to his body as the pile of rubble beneath his feet shook.
Ellen and Kamil, both of whom were stood on the right and left sides at the bottom of the pile, looked towards Milo and each sported the same terrified expression.
The realisation that the tyrant that was the Azure Dragon was creeping in on a return was absolutely revolting, but also strangely exciting. A new era with the same cast yet different powers was about to dawn on the world.
What could possibly be more interesting than that.
"He's at Emperor now", Kamil said, looking across at Ellen.
