Maxwell's breathing became rougher and rougher as he stared into the endless darkness surrounding him.
The black smoke covered the streets completely now.
The ruined city looked like it had been swallowed by night itself.
Collapsed walls.
Broken roads.
Scattered blood.
And somewhere within that darkness—
The maid waited silently.
Maxwell slowly clenched his fists.
His body trembled slightly.
Not from fear alone.
But exhaustion.
Pain.
Anger.
Ever since escaping from her the first time, he had trained desperately. He had endured suffering after suffering. He had forced his dragon bloodline further and further even after losing his master.
And yet—
He was still being cornered.
By a clone.
His expression gradually twisted.
"No…"
Golden white light suddenly erupted violently from his body again.
The surrounding ground cracked instantly.
"I refuse…"
The draconic mana inside him exploded outward like a storm.
Nearby buildings shook violently.
