[You have been accepted into the Dragon Bloodline.]
With that notification appearing in front of Alex, Orvion waved his wing, and the arcane cage vanished.
The other participants were teleported back into the court arena, their bodies flickering as they reappeared in the familiar surroundings.
For the first time in history, all winners had been accepted into the Dragon Bloodline.
"Truly... the strongest batch," Xyrran muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.
The aftershocks of the power of [World Cleaver] still lingered in the air, and none of them were immune to it.
Even Astariel and Draven, who were known for their calm demeanors, looked tense.
Draven, the dark elf who prided himself on his so-called immortality, felt an unfamiliar shiver crawl down his spine.
His eyes were glued to Alex.
That sword Alex had drawn… it felt like it could cut through his immortality if it had been aimed at him.
This wasn't good.
