All Chapters of The Dragon King's Curse : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Light consumed everything. Gold. Silver. Violet. The colors intertwined until the sky itself seemed to disappear. Verath felt neither wind nor gravity. Only warmth. And a hand in his. Elara’s hand. He tightened his grip instinctively. She looked at him. Not the ancient keeper. Not the distant, glowing figure suspended above the world. Just Elara. For one precious moment. A smile touched her lips. “You came.” His throat tightened. “Always.” The bond between them blazed. The world vanished. They stood in a field of stars. No forest. No dragons. No fracture. Only endless light stretching in every direction. And memories. Thousands of them. Lives that were not theirs and yet somehow were. A young woman with silver-violet eyes standing beneath a crystal sky. A dragon prince with golden fire dancing around his hands. Two children running through a palace garden. Laughter. Promises. First love. Then War. Always war. Again and again. Different faces. Dif

They fell through darkness. Wind roared past them, though there was no sky. Only endless black and scattered fragments of fading stars. Verath never released Elara’s hand. Neither did she let go of his. The warmth of their bond was the only thing anchoring them. Below a light appeared. Their world. The forest. The dragons. The fracture. It was getting closer. “Elara,” Verath said. She looked at him. His golden eyes searched hers. “Are you all right?” A soft laugh escaped her. Even now. While falling through dimensions. He was asking if she was all right. She nodded, though tears still glistened in her eyes. “They’re gone.” He understood immediately. The first bearer. The Dragon King. The echoes of who they once were. “Yes,” he said softly. Silence stretched between them. Then— “Do you think they were happy?” The question caught him by surprise. Elara looked downward. “They lost everything. They became the seal. They disap

The roar came again. Deeper. Closer. It did not shake the sky. It shook the earth. The ground beneath the forest trembled violently. Trees swayed. Stones bounced across the clearing. Cracks split the soil in jagged lines, spreading outward like lightning across glass. The dragons looked terrified. Truly terrified. Elara had seen them face dead kings and cosmic entities without retreating. This was different. The First King had gone completely still. Rhazion’s wings folded tightly against his body. Even the dead Dragon Kings had stopped resisting. They were listening. Waiting. Afraid. The roar echoed a third time. And the world seemed to answer. Mountains rumbled in the distance. The sea rose. Clouds churned. Something enormous was moving. Beneath them. Elara looked at the First King. “What is it?” Silence. The ancient dragon did not answer. “Please.” The First King slowly lowered its gaze. Its expression carried something she had never seen before. Regret.

The Sleepless One fled. No threats. No final words. No fury. It simply turned and retreated into the fracture. Every living creature watched in disbelief. The being that had nearly destroyed worlds was running. Kael slowly sat on a fallen stone. “No. I refuse to understand any of this.” Nobody blamed him. The colossal dragon watched the retreating eye with mild disappointment. “Oh.” Silence. “I expected at least an argument.” The fracture continued shrinking as the enormous hand withdrew into darkness. The dragon sighed. “They never stay for conversation.” Then his expression changed. The warmth vanished from his golden eyes. “No.” The single word shook reality. The retreating hand froze. The eye widened. The dragon lifted one claw. Not quickly. Not dramatically. Simply lifted it. The stars on his black scales glowed. Then he curled one talon. The impossible happened. The fracture moved. The sky screamed. The Sleepless One roared. “NO!” The fracture c

Silence settled over the forest. The white dragon’s question still hung in the air. “Do either of you know what the Dragon King’s Curse truly is?” Verath looked at Elara. Elara looked at Verath. Then they both answered at the same time. “No.” The white dragon closed her silver eyes. Around them, thousands of dragons lowered their heads. The dead Dragon Kings became strangely still. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Aurelion said nothing. For the first time since his awakening, the Father of Dragons looked solemn. The white dragon opened her eyes again. “Then listen carefully, children.” She lowered herself onto the earth, her great wings folding against her body. “The Dragon King’s Curse is not truly a curse.” Verath frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means that the world forgot the truth.” She looked toward the heavens. “Long ago, before kingdoms existed and before humans gave names to legends, the first Dragon King was born.” Golden light flickered arou