First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System novel Chapter 273

Chapter 273: Echo’s Fury

The Darkness Dragon Emperor radiated a suffocating, pitch-black gloom, his enormous wings eclipsing entire galaxies.

The Titan Emperor stood solid and unwavering, his mountainous figure encased in celestial armor that crackled with primal force.

The Dark Phoenix Empress burned coldly, her flames absorbing rather than emitting light, symbolizing rebirth corrupted into eternal darkness.

Nearby, the Undead Emperor stood shrouded in a veil of restless souls, countless eyes filled with hollow anguish peering through the void.

The Goblin Emperor grinned maliciously, his cunning eyes glittering with malicious intelligence beneath a twisted crown forged of broken relics.

Several other shadowy figures lingered around them, their features obscured but their threat palpable.

Echo regarded these titanic beings without a hint of fear or surprise. His gaze remained serene, patient even, as though confronting troublesome yet unruly children rather than monstrous cosmic rulers.

"I had reservations back then," Echo spoke finally, his voice quiet yet resonant, effortlessly penetrating the chaotic din around them, "due to Orion. Lest your foolishness inadvertently harm him, I spared you all, granting you the chance to learn from your mistakes. But you... you really do not learn."

Uneasy silence followed, the titanic beings exchanging apprehensive glances, recognizing that they stood dangerously close to a precipice they couldn’t comprehend.

The Titan Emperor, emboldened by desperation or perhaps misplaced confidence, took a cautious step forward. His immense form moved with effort as he tried to justify their presence. "Throneless Emperor," he rumbled nervously, "it is not what you thin—"

Echo’s eyes flared sharply, cutting him off decisively. "So this is what remains of those who stood beside me... shadows of heroes, inheriting titles they died to protect, yet forgetting why they fought."

He stepped forward, the motion gentle yet infinitely powerful, golden threads igniting softly around him, flaring like dying suns. Each word resonated with ancient gravity, etched into the very bones of existence, impossible to ignore.

"You were raised in their absence, not their presence," Echo continued relentlessly, his silver hair now flickering wildly in the chaotic cosmic winds, his gaze burning with the intensity of primordial starlight.

"You read of war in records I wrote in blood. You wear crowns forged from the ash of sacrifices you never made."

The gathered Emperors visibly flinched, their massive forms recoiling subtly from his damning judgment, each word cutting deeper than any physical weapon.

Echo’s voice softened briefly, carrying deep sorrow and profound reminiscence, his tone haunted by memories none present could fathom. "But I remember."

The golden threads around him pulsed gently, their quiet resonance adding an eerie depth to his speech. "I remember their last war cries. Their shattered wings. Their fading light."

His voice fell to a whisper filled with quiet grief, yet carrying a bone-deep resolve. "And I remember the silence that followed—because I was one of the few left to bury them—but their remains weren’t even granted eternal rest due to the desperate situation of our Chiliocosm Structure back then." freeweɓnøvel~com

A profound stillness enveloped the gathered beings, silence born not from absence but from overwhelming presence, each Emperor paralyzed by Echo’s raw emotional weight.

Slowly, deliberately, Echo raised his arms. The golden threads spiraled outward, twisting the fabric of space and time into breathtaking patterns.

His form darkened, becoming a vast silhouette etched with star-like motes blazing fiercely, igniting across his skin like newborn constellations.

In mere moments, Echo’s figure expanded immensely, dwarfing even the colossal forms of the assembled Emperors.

He towered as a living cosmos, his being filled with galaxies spinning slowly, stars dying and being reborn within the limitless depths of his own body.

His voice now thundered across the boundless void, calm yet unyieldingly authoritative, each syllable resounding with unparalleled dominance.

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