The return journey was much quieter than the trip out.
A subtle yet oppressive atmosphere filled theair.
The soldiers of Black Stone Territory had achieved an unprecedented victory. Without shedding a single drop of blood, they had forced the entire Demon Legion of the Black Stone Mountain Range to bow in submission.
Yet, their faces held little of the joy of victory.
Everyone's eyes, whether intentionally or not, drifted toward the rear of the procession.
There, a massive Black Dragon trudged along with heavy steps, silently following.
Thanks to its powerful regenerative abilities, the wounds on its body had stopped bleeding. Even so, the sight of its torn flesh and shattered scales was still horrifying.
Its dark gold, slitted pupils were downcast, revealing no emotion—only a desolate, stagnant silence.
