Son of The Hero King - Chapter 676

『 Dragon Breath -:- Final Light of Destruction 』

Sol unleashed the complete Light of Destruction, a blinding beam of elemental fury that tore through space itself as it beamed across the sky. Fire, water, wind, and earth spiraled together in perfect harmony, a radiant stream of pure, unadulterated annihilation. The force of the attack shot through space and distorted the reality in its surroundings, ripping apart everything in its wake and carving a path along reality itself.

『 Dragon Breath -:- Heavenly Cascade 』

Kiyohime marveled at the incoming attack, but she did not tattle like a fool, unleashing her own attack.

The orb of iridescent water gathering at her draconic chest erupted, forming a massive tidal wave imbued with her draconic essence. The wave twisted and turned with serpentine grace, carrying the full weight of her elemental mastery.

When the two forces clashed, the resulting explosion was cataclysmic.

The sky turned blindingly white as incandescent energy erupted outward, a deafening roar consuming all other sounds. Shockwaves rippled through the battlefield, uprooting trees and scattering debris for miles. The earth quaked violently, cracks forming in the ground below as the sheer force of their powers overwhelmed the landscape.

Below the dragons set upon ending the world, multiple shields cracked and broke under the pressure of their world-ending attacks, resulting in the elders vomiting blood because of the backlash. The others at the King rank were not faring any better either. Satella could feel a metallic sweetness in her throat, blood pulling up from the inside. She watched what could only be described as rippling energy that could only be witnessed during the death of a star.

In the clash, Kiyohime could feel that she was rapidly losing the clash, her power was waning and the incoming explosion would definitely heavily wound her.

She had lost. Completely and utterly lost.
Images flashed in her mind. Memories of her first meeting with Sol. Thinking about it, it had not even been a year since that event that changed the whole track of her life.

Yet the bumbling baby dragon was now even stronger than her.

Truly, there were no words to describe how remarkable Sol was. She smiled as the resulting explosion of their clash engulfed her.

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When the light faded, a deathly silence fell over the battlefield.

Sol hovered in the air, his silver scales cracked and blackened, his breaths ragged and labored. He scanned the sky, searching for Kiyohime. His heart pounded, not with the thrill of victory, but with the realization that she was no longer before him. He felt like he might have gone a little too far with his final attack.

“Kiyo?”

Then, he saw her.

Her majestic draconic form wavered in the air, shimmering with an ethereal glow as it shrank and twisted inwards. Scales melted into skin, claws retracted, and wings folded into nothingness. She fell, a woman now, her lithe frame limp and fragile as she tumbled toward the earth.

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Sol’s eyes widened in alarm. Without hesitation, he surged forward, his wings beating furiously against the turbulent winds left in the wake of their clash.

Sol pushed his battered body to the limit, each beat of his wings a defiance of the pain searing through him. The distance between them closed agonizingly slowly, each second seemingly stretching into eternity.

Finally, just as she was about to hit the cracked earth below, Sol reached her. His claws alongside the rest of his body transformed into his human form as he caught her in his warm embrace, cradling her limp form against his chest. The force of the catch drove him downward, his knees slamming into the ground with a thunderous crack that sent fissures rippling outward.

“Kiyohime…” he murmured, his voice filled with both relief and pain as he knelt in the dirt.

Her human form was pale, her breathing shallow, but her lips curled into the faintest of smiles. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, revealing the faint glimmer of silvery blue that still burned with absolute defiance despite her exhaustion and vulnerable state.

She whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant rumbles in the sky, their attack still distorting reality in its aftermath, “You could have simply used your dimension.”

Sol flushed at first. Realizing that in his hurry and fluster, he had forgotten all the means at his disposal.

“Even so, you caught me,” Her chest rose, each motion painful to the extreme.

“Of course I did,” Sol replied, his tone softer now, though the adrenaline of the battle still coursed through his veins. “I’d never let you fall.”

Kiyohime’s smile widened just a fraction, and she let her eyes drift closed again, her body relaxing in his arms. How long had it been since she felt so safe just by being embraced by someone? She honestly could not tell any longer.

All her life, she had to act as a mother, sister, and leader for all the dragons. The weight of her shoulders had always felt incredibly heavy, giving her the impression that they were shackles she could never escape from. She was the Dragon Queen, and that was both her boon and curse.

Now though… She felt those worries turn into nothingness. She too, now had someone she could rely on and believe in. Someone who would protect her and cherish her.

It was a sweet feeling. One she wished to savor with relish.

“You are now officially the strongest dragon below Tiamat.” She chuckled faintly, her joy flowing along with bloody coughs and spasms of pain. Her body was as battered as it could be.

Kiyohime did not doubt that even if they had used their True Names, Concepts, and Domains, she would have still lost to him. After all, she specialized in war and large conflicts. Not in duels. Though she was not really sure if she could defeat him even in her specializations because of his dimension.

Sol was undoubtedly stronger than her. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The storm distorting reality above them soon settled, the winds calming and the clouds dispersing as Sol looked down at her. Despite the surrounding destruction, there was a strange peace in that moment— a fragile truce born from mutual respect and understanding.

“You lost,” Sol muttered. His voice was calm. He knew that her body would heal. Her life was not in any danger. The power of destruction was simply dramatically slowing down her healing factor. However, that would not pose a problem as he was pulling out that energy from her even as he spoke.

“I did.” Kiyohime accepted, unbothered. “You are now officially the Dragon Emperor.”

“I do not care about such titles.” He smiled, looking down at the petite woman cradled in his arm.

Becoming the leader of all dragons was good. But it was of no use for him at the moment. Not when there was something far more important.

“Do you yield?” He asked, his lips pulling into a smirk.

Looking at the shit-eating grin on his punchable face, Kiyohime let out another dumbfounded laugh and yet, her answer was clear.

“I do.”

The kiss that followed after those words that were more akin to a marriage proposal between them.

Tinged with the sweetness of love and a taste of blood and brutality. So very like dragons.