The battlefield fell eerily quiet in the aftermath of the cataclysmic battle.
The ground remained fractured, stars peeking through veils of thinning smoke, and scorched trees stood as silent sentinels to the violent struggle that had unfolded moments before.
The only sound now was Fiora’s quiet sobbing, echoing softly in the empty clearing.
Fiora knelt on the shattered earth, cradling Orion’s transformed body tenderly in her lap. Her trembling fingers brushed over his scaled skin, tracing the crimson and violet hues that marked his evolution.
Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, splattering silently upon his face and chest. Her heart ached painfully, consumed by worry and grief despite Orion’s reassuring words moments earlier.
"Master..." Fiora whispered again, her voice cracking as she gently brushed the sweat-dampened hair away from his peacefully sleeping face. "Please be okay..."
[Ding!]
[Post-Evolution Stabilization Complete.]
[Host’s condition critical. Immediate deep hibernation commenced.]
[Estimated recovery duration: Unknown. Current evolution severely destabilized.]
[Final Form: True Draconian Emperor—Partially Achieved.]
[Affinity Runes: Unstable. Soul Cultivation Level: Life Fire successfully ignited.]
[Warning: Excessive strain detected. Further cultivation locked until full recovery.]
The system’s notifications resonated clearly through Orion’s Sea of Consciousness, though he himself could no longer perceive them, having already descended into deep, restorative slumber.
Yet, Fiora saw the faint twitching of his eyes beneath closed lids, sensing vaguely that something was happening within him.
Footsteps echoed hesitantly from the carriage nearby, growing louder as Magi and Rina approached cautiously. Magi’s usual carefree demeanor had vanished completely, replaced now by an expression of awe and profound disbelief.
His wide eyes swept over the battlefield—shattered earth, scorched corpses encased in ice, and the utterly annihilated spot where the Tier 7 enemy had stood only moments before.
His gaze finally rested upon Orion’s draconian form, disbelief deepening as he took in the majestic horns spiraling from Orion’s head, the intricate scales glistening ominously, and the lingering aura of overwhelming power still humming faintly around his unconscious body.
Magi’s voice shook with quiet astonishment as he whispered under his breath. "He... He really killed him."
He swallowed hard, his heart racing uncontrollably. He’d heard legends and whispers of powerful draconians, formidable yet enslaved beings, but nothing like Orion—nothing so fiercely majestic, nothing capable of defeating a cultivator four tiers higher than himself.
Magi’s admiration mingled with deep fear, awe, and respect for the slumbering young master who defied all logic and expectation.
Beside him, Rina surged forward without any hesitation, her blue eyes wide and filled with tears. Ignoring the astonishing changes in Orion’s appearance, she fell to her knees at his side, gripping Fiora’s shoulder desperately.
"Fiora!" Rina cried, voice breaking with panic and grief. "How is he? Is he alright? Is he hurt badly? Please—tell me!"
Fiora’s trembling fingers tightened slightly on Orion’s shoulders, her eyes still fixed tearfully upon his peacefully sleeping face. "I... I don’t know, Rina," she whispered hoarsely, her voice filled with helplessness. "He used so much power... I’ve never seen anything like it. I just... don’t know how he is."
Without waiting, Rina urgently placed her trembling palm upon Orion’s chest, feeling desperately for the reassurance of his heartbeat.
For a terrifying second, everything seemed silent. Then, finally, beneath her trembling fingertips, she felt it—a deep, steady rhythm, strong yet slow, pulsating reassuringly beneath his scaled skin.
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