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They said the most beautiful things in the world were often the deadliest. This was a reality many may not accept but few could refuse.

At this moment though, there was no dissent nor discussion about this fact—only awe.

All the people, no matter what their level watched in awe as the crimson blood light erased everything it came in contact with, and this in the most exact meaning.

There was no explosion. No shockwave, no collision. It was as if someone used an eraser on a page and made everything vanish.

It was smooth and silent and this was why — It was all the more frightening.

Standing alone, atop the heaven canopy, Sol was the undisputed ruler of the sky, his might rolled, covering all places and he was yet to be finished.

Whoosh!

[From now on….There will be no Wratharis Fortress in this place.]

His wing opened wide and with this, thousands upon thousands of fireflies appeared all above him. Through the sky, one had the impression of witnessing the birth of thousands of stars. Very deadly stars.

ROOOOAAR!!

<<Dragon Wings: Phoebus Catastrophe>>

This was an attack he had once used back when he was attacking the Chaos Spawn in Tartarus and this attack was once again proving to be devastating. Only this time, it was filled with the light of destruction and the effects were there for all to see.

Whoosh!

Like shooting stars, all the crimson fireflies flew directly toward their target, leaving trails of mana behind them.

It was beautiful. Oh so beautiful but it was also nothing short of pure destruction.

The very landscape changed under his might, hundreds of meters were reduced to rumbles or craters and from now on, the very maps of the world would have to be changed to reflect the reality.

Mountains were flattened, hills were erased, hundred meters deep holes appeared and obviously — The fortress was destroyed. The shield that had been placed had no means nor hope of even standing up an instant against this attack.

After launching two such powerful attacks, one would expect Sol to be tired. After all, no matter how one looked at it, this kind of attack should not be something that could be easily launched by anyone, no matter how strong they were and they were not strong.

No matter how strong he was…Sol was just a Duke. His reservoir of energy was limited and he certainly could not launch a third attack.

Well, that would have been the case if not for one very small problem.

Sol was no normal Duke.

Sol was a Dragon Duke with his core intact and what followed next showed why people avoided messing with rank S mythical beast.

Once the destruction Sol wrought was finished, Sol let out a gigantic roar and following this, the mana in the air became almost liquid as it condensed to such a high degree while being aspirated in his core.

The land reacted to this as such a heavy absorption of mana could only create a lack of equilibrium in the zone and if Sol continued like this, the entire place might turn in a mana-dead zone where no more mana could circulate and no more life could grow.

Thankfully, Sol had no intention of going so far all he wanted to do was to send a message.

[Listen World!]

The world listened, the people stayed, eyes riveted watching the magnificent creature that seemed to surpass all mortals.

[I am Sol Dragona Luxuria. I am the Prince and future King of Lustburg and the prince of the Dragon realm.]

Light filled his body and the giant dragon slowly shrunk until all that was left was a young man. Mana moved under his will and regal clothes were draped on his body while a throne of Ice appeared behind him for him to sit on.

His expression was apathetic as he looked at the camera but all those who watched had the distinct impression that he was looking down on them and the worst was…Many had a feeling that this was as things should be as if it was normal for him to stand atop all of them and for them to kneel down and worship him.

“On this day, Six of the Seven Sages were defeated, Wratharis fortresses were all destroyed or captured and Lustburg is occupying more than 50% of Wratharis land with no way for them to fight back.”

His voice was calm and steady and while it lacked the guttural inhuman inflection of a few moments ago, the words he uttered were no less heavy.

“Wratharis has lost the battle and Lustburg stands victorious.”

He smiled, a smile full of chills, “But this is not the end. This cannot be the end. This is why I will give an ultimatum.”

Mana moved under his will as a gigantic VII appeared in the sky.

“Seven days. For the next seven days, nor more fights will happen.  I will give Seven days for Wratharis to surrender officially. If it does, we will give back 80% of the land we conquered and all the prisoners will be given back at a Quarter of the price.”

Gasps could be heard in different parts of the world but they were immediately shushed, as all of them listened to the words of the prince they knew that this was not the end,

“But…” Indeed, the prince did not disappoint them, “ In those seven days, Tyrant Lupus has to officially put down his crown and leave the place of Sovereign to the next ruler. Setsuna Ira. He has to recognize his crime of fratricide to the whole world and accept to be imprisoned for years to come.”

By now, all those who were used to intrigues understood what Sol was trying to do.

“If on the 8th day, Wratharis has yet to surrender and the tyrant has yet to give up on then…We will continue the war and I will stand at the forefront of this battle. I will erase everything that stands in my way for I believe I have shown more than enough compassion. No more.”

A cold light shone in his eyes, “Remember my words. Grave them in your very beings, spread my tales, share my words. Fire will rain, blood will flow and parents will cry at the sight of the coffin devoid of corpses of their children sent to a senseless war where victory was not even a possibility.”

“I will show no mercy! I will not hesitate! I will become Death…The destroyer of worlds.”

A cold shiver went down their back and they could all easily imagine the picture that Sol was drawing.

“Give me your answer Tyrant. Your Crown or the well-being of your citizens. Make your choice and live the rest of your life with the weight of your decision.”

After those words, the prince completely vanished from the place as if he had never been there in the first place.

But one look at the horizon showed them that this was not a dream. This was not their imagination. This was the cruel reality and this was also the birth of a new legend.

A legend that would completely change the way people saw war.