Todos os capítulos de The Dragon King's Curse : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The fracture finally closed just before dawn. The pale violet seam narrowed slowly across the heavens until only a thin line remained. Then, with one final pulse of light, it vanished completely. But the silence it left behind was worse. No one in the forest moved for several moments. Soldiers stared upward as though expecting the sky to split open again at any second. Elara remained on her knees, breathing unevenly. Verath crouched beside her, one hand gripping hers tightly while the other rested against the hilt of his blade. His golden flames had faded, but tension still radiated from him like heat before a wildfire. “You’re injured,” he said quietly. “I’m not,” she replied. His expression darkened. “Elara.” She looked down. Thin violet lines glowed faintly beneath the skin of her wrist the same place where the creature had grabbed her. Her stomach tightened. “It wasn’t there before,” Kael muttered. Elara quickly pulled her sleeve down, but the glow still bled faintly

The crack in the sky spread like lightning across glass. Pale violet light bled through the widening seam, staining the clouds in eerie hues of silver and purple. The dragons in the clearing shifted uneasily, their wings partially unfurling. Elara’s heart pounded. Not again. The black dragon stepped forward, placing itself between the fracture and the gathered soldiers. “Take cover!” it thundered. The command snapped everyone into motion. Soldiers retreated behind rocks and fallen trees, shields raised. Kael barked orders while healers hurried the injured farther back. But Elara couldn’t move. Her gaze remained fixed on the sky. The roar came again. This time, it wasn’t distant. It was close. Very close. Verath stepped beside her, his eyes narrowed. “That’s not coming from beyond the fracture.” “No,” the black dragon agreed grimly. “It’s already here.” The clouds churned violently. A massive shape emerged. At first, Elara could make out only enormous wings. Then sca

Rhazion soared upward like a blazing comet. Golden fire streamed behind him, illuminating the darkened sky. The higher he climbed, the larger he became. His wings expanded first, stretching impossibly wide. Then his body lengthened, scales brightening until they looked like molten gold. The dragons below stared in stunned silence. Elara could barely breathe. “He’s growing,” she whispered. “He’s shedding his restraints,” the black dragon said quietly. Verath’s eyes never left his father. Golden scales had spread along his own neck and arms, responding instinctively to the transformation above. Rhazion roared. The sound shook the heavens. The dead Dragon King pushing through the fracture paused. For the first time, the creature’s glowing eyes widened in recognition “No” the black dragon breathed. The emerald dragon lowered its head. “He remembers.” Above the forest, Rhazion continued to rise. His body expanded again. And again. Until he eclipsed the clouds themselves.

The Heavens disappeared. Dragons were everywhere. They poured across the sky in endless waves black, white, silver, emerald, crimson, sapphire, and gold. Some were no larger than houses, while others were so immense that their wings cast entire sections of the forest into shadow. The air thundered with thousands of wingbeats. The soldiers below could only stare. Kael removed his helmet entirely, as though he no longer trusted his own eyes. “This…” he whispered. “This isn’t possible.” Elara could hardly breathe. The stories had never spoken of numbers like this. An entire race, sleeping beneath mountains and seas, hidden for centuries, is now awakening all at once. Another roar rolled across the sky. Then another. The dragons were answering. Not to the dead kings. To the First King. The enormous dragon of golden fire lifted its head, ancient eyes sweeping across the endless host. Then every dragon in the sky did something unexpected. They bowed. Thousands of dragons.

Fear spread through the skies like wildfire. Thousands of dragons, creatures of legend that had once ruled the world bowed their heads before the enormous hand reaching through the fracture. Not out of loyalty. Out of terror. Elara had never seen anything like it. The hand kept coming. Its fingers stretched farther through the opening, each one larger than towers, pale violet light seeping from the cracks in its skin. Reality warped around it. Clouds twisted unnaturally. The very air felt heavier. The world itself seemed to recoil. Far above, Verath stared in disbelief. “How do we fight that?” he asked. Rhazion’s answer came immediately. “We don’t.” “What?” “We survive it.” Another pulse of power erupted from the hand. The dead Dragon Kings suddenly retreated. Not toward it. Away from it. Even they were afraid. The realization chilled Verath. “Those things fear it?” “They should.” The hand stopped moving. For one long moment, everything became still. Then a secon