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Wrath of The Dragon Slayer
Volume 1: Chapter 11: Epilogue

Volume 1: Chapter 11: Epilogue

‘I have failed you, my emperor’

‘Treason…of the highest caliber’

‘Usurper now sits upon your throne’

‘Crushius…he knew…he was conspiring with him…’

‘Emperor’s true heir must be found….But I am too weak’

It was a battle she had lost in every sense of the word.

Her body was a tragic sight to behold.

Three of her limbs were mangled and broken while one was torn off completely. The left side of her body suffered the most damage, with her innards pulled out; her still beating heart was exposed.

Crushius truly did gut her like a fish.

With her body like this, she had at most minutes left to live.

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She was going to die. Nothing could stop it now.

‘Is this the end? To die like this… without attaining justice for my late emperor? Without letting others know the truth?’

It was a pathetic end for the one once known as the White Dragon Lord.

As her breathing became more and more strained, she felt the presence of a small creature, slowly approaching her.

‘A human child…’

He was holding a dagger in his hand. Her nose could tell that the dagger was made of Blazesteel.

Looking at the child, White Dragon Lord saw something within him, a spirit full of hatred towards her and her kind.

It was justifiable. Dragons did kill countless humans. If he had lost his loved ones to the dragons, it was natural that he would come to hate dragons.

No, rather than hatred that burned like an extinguishable flame, it was an emotion that destroyed everything in its wake like a wave of magma.

It was the true color of wrath.

But perhaps this wrath was exactly what she needed.

Using the last of her strength, White Dragon Lord focused her eyes upon the child, amplifying his emotions and planting a certain thought within him.

All his fears were erased. The only thing left was a vengeful determination.

‘My death is inevitable. I may perish, but this way, it will not be the end’

‘My life may have come to an end, but my soul will live on’

As the child stabbed her over and over, she closed her eyes in peace.

‘Mira…my daughter…I am sorry…I will never see you again….’