Dragon wings flapped, stirring the air, as he flew over the shattered mountains, heading straight for the marked spot on the map.
The domed building was much smaller than the previous structures, inconspicuous, its surface thickly covered with vines, almost blending into the natural environment.
Nefarian landed in front of the building; there were no guards around, nor any traces of magical seals.
However, an ancient and powerful sense of oppression emanated from deep underground.
It was not hostility, but a feeling of "stagnation."
He extended his Dragon Claw, easily tearing open the dust-sealed entrance.
The interior space was small and dim; in the center of the floor, a massive, dark red, semi-transparent crystal, like solidified lava, stood abruptly.
Inside the crystal, a Dragon Shadow with wings poised to fly was clearly frozen—the Black Dragon Adamanthea!
Her posture was fixed in her last moment, her expression solidified in anger and defiance, completely sealed into this eternal rock prison by Deathwing's immense power, time stopped upon her.
Nefarian walked to the crystal, carefully observing his sealed kin.
Adamanthea was not dead.
But she was not alive either.
She was sealed in a state of continuous, frozen "semi-consciousness," feeling nothing but endless pain.
Ten thousand years of torment must have driven her to the brink of madness—Nefarian could clearly feel the twisted and chaotic energy fluctuations emanating from within the crystal.
Nefarian pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his Dragon Claw.
He injected a composite energy, a fusion of Draconic incantations and Shadow magic, into it.
Runes appeared on the crystal's surface, trembling slightly, then transforming into cracks that rapidly spread.
"Crack—!"
With a crisp shattering sound, a thick crack suddenly split down from the top of the crystal!
Dense, dark red light surged out from the crack, making even the air tremble!
The next second—
Boom!!!
The entire crystal violently shook, then exploded with a roar!
A suffocatingly dense aura of earth and fire erupted suddenly!
A black shadow, engulfed in raging flames, lunged with destructive force almost before Nefarian could react!
"Neltharion—!!!"
Her roar tore through the air, making Nefarian's eardrums ache.
The Black Dragon Adamanthea, this dragon imprisoned for ten thousand years, her reason completely consumed by endless pain and resentment the moment she broke free.
She didn't even distinguish who was in front of her; her mind only sought revenge against that "traitor."
Nefarian did not retaliate.
His Dragon Wings flapped rapidly, his body soaring into the air, narrowly dodging the air-rending claws and scorching Dragon Breath, but he did not move far away.
Adamanthea, like a madwoman, crashed and roared in the confined space, fire and rampant magic pouring out, instantly devastating the entire sealing chamber beyond recognition.
Nefarian deftly twisted and dodged in the air, never retaliating, only watching the frantic Black Dragon below with his cold, vertical pupils:
His kin, his "aunt," who had tried to make the right choice ten thousand years ago, yet was imprisoned in endless suffering because of it.
"Vent it out," he murmured to himself, "Only by burning away this millennia-old rage can you possibly hear the outside world."
Adamanthea's attacks grew more furious, her magical fluctuations constantly rising, each strike seemingly meant to unleash everything she had.
However, her recently freed body was ultimately too weak.
After only a few minutes, her movements began to noticeably slow, her huge wings trembled uncontrollably, and her heavy gasps carried a tearing pain.
"Enough!" Nefarian seized the opportunity and let out a roar imbued with Dragon's might!
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