บททั้งหมดของ THE DRAGON'S CHUBBY TREASURE : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Chapter 93: Echoes in the SaltThree days passed in the salt flats.Three days of teaching, of waiting, of watching the horizon for signs of the Concord's return. Three days of Aether's power settling deeper into its new form, the silver-gold threads of connection spreading outward like roots seeking water.Sera woke on the fourth morning to find him gone.She sat up abruptly, her heart hammering. The bonds were still there—she could feel him, warm and present, somewhere to the north. But the distance was unexpected, unsettling."Draven?" She scrambled to her feet. "Vaelor? Where is he?"Draven emerged from the shelter, his face grim. "He left before dawn. Didn't say where he was going. Just told me to keep watch.""And you let him go?""I didn't have a choice." Draven's jaw tightened. "He's not the same Aether who followed us through those tunnels. He's... something else now. Something we don't fully understand."Sera bit back the sharp retort that rose to her lips. Draven was right.

Chapter 95: The Weight of VictoryVictory tasted like salt and ash.Sera stood amid the aftermath of the battle, watching the wounded being tended, the dead being gathered. The silver-gold light of Aether's power moved through the camp like a gentle tide, easing pain, closing wounds, mending what had been broken. But it couldn't mend everything.Some wounds went too deep.She found Draven sitting apart from the others, his blade planted in the salt-crusted ground before him. His face was blank, but she knew that expression—it was the look of someone who had killed more than he'd wanted to."You're not hurt," she said, sitting beside him."Not physically." He didn't look at her. "I cut down seventeen dragons today. Seventeen. I don't even know their names. I don't know if they had families, if they were forced to fight, if they were just as scared as we were.""Does it matter?""Doesn't it?" He finally turned to her, and she saw the anguish in his eyes. "We're supposed to be building s

Chapter 97: The UnravelingThe coastal bloodlines brought more than numbers.They brought knowledge—ancient knowledge that had been preserved in isolation for centuries. Knowledge of the old design's origins. Knowledge of the Pale One's rise. Knowledge of the original Sera, the architect of the bindings, and the secrets she'd taken to her grave.Sera sat in the council tent, surrounded by coastal elders and free-clan leaders, listening to a story she'd never expected to hear."The original Sera was not a dragon," said Elder Merith, the green-scaled female who had first stepped forward on the battlefield. "She was something older. Something that existed before the bloodlines were formed.""What do you mean?" Aether leaned forward, his silver-gold light pulsing with curiosity.Merith's ancient eyes grew distant. "The stories say she came from the sea. From the depths where the first life stirred. She was the one who gave the dragons their power—not through inheritance, but through teach

Chapter 99: The Healing TideThe silver-gold light spread across the world like a tide.Sera felt it through every fiber of her being—the power flowing outward from the deep places, from the crystals, from Aether and herself, washing over the land like water over parched earth. It touched the salt flats, the mountains, the coastal territories, the distant forests where scattered dragons still hid in fear.It touched everything.She gasped as the power surged through her, carrying with it echoes of pain and suffering, centuries of accumulated wounds. The old design's corruption. The Pale One's influence. The trauma of generations bound against their will.Breathe, Aether's voice whispered through the bond. Let it flow. Don't fight it.She tried to obey, but the weight of it was crushing. She could feel the agony of a thousand dragons, a hundred thousand, a million—all the souls who had been trapped, enslaved, broken by the old order."It's too much," she gasped. "I can't—"You can. I'm

Chapter 101: The FractureThe world screamed.Sera felt it through every bond, every connection, every thread of silver-gold that linked her to the vast network they had built. The fragment's power was a poison, seeping into the network like oil into water, corrupting everything it touched.Dragons cried out in agony across the territories. The newly bonded, the newly healed, the ones who had just begun to trust—they all felt the assault. The whisper of control echoed in their minds, dredging up ancient fears, old wounds, the deep-seated terror of being bound against their will."Fight it!" Aether's voice rang out, amplified by the power that still blazed within him. "Don't let it take you! Remember what you've built! Remember what we've created together!"But his voice was a candle against a hurricane.Lord Valdris stood at the center of the crater, the fragment raised above his head, the pale light streaming from it like a fountain of corruption. He was laughing—a terrible, broken s