The Cultivator's Revenge
Now they were being told that mountain might only be a small hill beneath a far larger and darker range.
A crushing sense of futility crept through them. Every struggle, every sacrifice, felt like it had been manipulated by an invisible hand.
“The old dragon had ambition, but no spine,” Lucen sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain. “He wanted to become a god, but he feared the real cerermony. He feared the price that had to be paid.”
Valerius clenched his fists, his rage so intense that the icy aura around him trembled. He realized his clan, the Silent Valley, had been an unwitting victim in a clash between two dragons, and he had never even noticed. The humiliation cut deeper than any phys
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