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Their robes whispered against the stone as they moved, their movements measured but purposeful.

**The sudden movement drew the attention of everyone in the hall.** Murmurs rippled through the air as the assembled dragons exchanged confused and curious glances. The idea that all the kings—both past and present—would follow Anderson outside left many unsettled.

**The children of the current Dragon King stood frozen for a moment,** exchanging tense, bewildered looks. They hadn\'t expected their father or the previous kings to take such a direct interest in Anderson.

"I can\'t stand that bastard," **growled a burly dragon named Vargos,** one of Cadmus\'s sons. His voice was a low, simmering snarl as he glared at the door through which Anderson had just exited. **His fists clenched at his sides,** his thick, clawed fingers curling tightly until his knuckles turned white. His emerald-green eyes burned with barely-contained rage.

"I just can\'t control myself from charging right at him and ripping his head off."

**His jaw twitched,** and his muscular form seemed to vibrate with barely-suppressed violence, the scales along his arms rippling like the surface of a disturbed lake. The tension in his body made it clear that it wasn\'t just idle talk.

**Nearby, another figure shifted in her seat, her movements graceful and deliberate.** This was Alara, the only one of Cadmus\'s children who hadn\'t shown any visible hostility toward Anderson. **Her eyes, a cool shade of silver, flickered briefly to Vargos,** but she remained composed, her expression unreadable.

"And surprisingly," **Alara said softly,** her tone as calm and sharp as the edge of a blade, "you managed to keep yourself from getting yourself killed." **Her eyes didn\'t leave the door,** though there was a faint glimmer of amusement in her voice.

**Vargos\'s head snapped toward her,** his expression twisting with anger. "What does that mean, Alara?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. **His eyes narrowed, and his body tensed** as though readying for a confrontation, even with his sister.

**Alara finally turned her gaze toward him,** her silver eyes meeting his without a trace of fear. Her lips curved slightly, but it wasn\'t a warm smile—it was the kind that spoke of knowledge and understanding that others lacked. **Her expression remained serene,** almost mocking. "It means, Vargos," she said evenly, "that if you had acted on your anger, you wouldn\'t be standing here now."

**Her words hung in the air like a challenge.** The rest of the dragon kin in the hall watched the exchange with bated breath, eyes flicking between the siblings, sensing the rising tension.

Vargos\'s face twisted further in anger, but for a brief moment, **his eyes flickered with uncertainty.** "You think he\'s that strong? That *he*—"

**Alara cut him off smoothly,** her tone still maddeningly calm. "Father, the former kings, all of them, are following him outside. What do you think that means?" She raised an eyebrow, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "You think you, with your rage and impatience, could do what none of them dared?"

**Vargos opened his mouth to respond,** but his words faltered. The tension in his body visibly lessened, though his pride wouldn\'t allow him to admit she had a point. Instead, he sneered and turned away, crossing his arms in frustration.

**Alara\'s gaze lingered on her brother for a moment,** then drifted back toward the door, where the kings had disappeared. The faintest trace of a smile tugged at her lips again, this time tinged with curiosity rather than mockery. "There\'s more to Anderson than meets the eye," she murmured, mostly to herself.

**Outside, the heavy doors of the Dragon Palace closed behind Anderson as he stepped into the open courtyard.** The cool air brushed against his face, but he didn\'t pause. His pace remained steady, confident, as though he knew exactly what awaited him.

Behind him, **the sound of footsteps echoed** as Cadmus and the former Dragon Kings followed in silence, their faces unreadable but their eyes intent.

The air around the palace felt thick with anticipation, as though the very heavens were holding their breath.

**Anderson stood still, his broad shoulders relaxed, but his gaze was sharp and unwavering as he stared out into the horizon.** The courtyard around him was vast, its marble tiles gleaming under the pale light of the divine plane. A faint breeze rustled through his hair, but the tension in the air was palpable, as though the world itself was holding its breath.

Suddenly, **a deep, unnatural ripple spread through the sky**—a soundless tremor that sent a shiver through the very fabric of reality. **Anderson\'s eyes narrowed slightly,** his body remaining still, but the flicker in his gaze betrayed his readiness. His hands, once relaxed at his sides, subtly curled into loose fists, his senses sharp and alert.

Then, without warning, **the air before him began to tear.** It was a sound like nothing else, a sickening rip as the very space itself was torn apart. A gaping, jagged wound in reality appeared before him, swirling with chaotic energy, and from within, a deep, resonant hum echoed out, growing louder and more ominous by the second.

**Anderson\'s jaw tightened.** His eyes glinted with cold determination as he watched the tear widen, revealing a void of swirling darkness. The tension in his posture was barely noticeable—like a coiled spring, ready to unleash at a moment\'s notice.

Then, with a sudden, violent burst of movement, **a swarm of grotesque, winged creatures erupted from the tear.** Their bodies were twisted and monstrous, a chaotic amalgamation of claws, fangs, and leathery wings. Their skin was an eerie shade of mottled gray, and their eyes glowed with a malevolent, hellish light.

**The creatures flapped their ragged wings wildly,** their forms cutting through the air with an almost frantic hunger. Their sharp talons gleamed under the light, and their guttural screeches pierced the air like the wails of the damned. Each movement was jerky and erratic, as though driven by an insatiable thirst for destruction.

**Anderson\'s expression remained cold,** though his muscles tensed imperceptibly as he watched the swarm descend upon the sky. He didn\'t flinch at the sight of them, nor did he react with fear or surprise. Instead, there was a faint glimmer of something dangerous in his eyes—an understanding, a recognition that this was the beginning of what he had long known was coming.

**One of the beasts let out a deafening roar,** a sound so fierce and primal that it reverberated through the very ground beneath his feet. The roar was a signal, a call to arms that echoed across the divine plane. It was the sound of a new era—one not of peace, but of war.

**Anderson\'s lips pressed into a thin line,** his eyes dark and calculating as the creatures continued to pour from the tear in space, their numbers seemingly endless. The sky darkened under the sheer mass of their wings, and the air grew thick with the stench of sulfur and blood.

**Anderson\'s eyes narrowed, the storm of chaos in the sky reflected in the icy calm of his gaze.** His body stood as a pillar of stillness amid the frenzy, but the subtle twitch of his fingers betrayed the deadly energy building within him. **The air around him thickened with heat,** rippling as the aura of raw power gathered at his command.

Slowly, he raised one hand, his palm facing the swarm of monsters as they descended, their grotesque forms screeching and twisting in the air. **His expression remained cold, focused, his jaw tightening as his gaze locked onto the approaching horde.** There was no hesitation in his movements, only the deadly precision of a warrior who knew his own strength.

With a low, almost whispered voice, he spoke the name of the technique: **"Inferno of the Dragon King."**

The words were barely audible, but the moment they left his lips, the very atmosphere seemed to ignite. **A rush of scorching heat exploded from his hand,** the temperature rising so sharply that the ground beneath his feet cracked and blackened. Flames burst forth in a wave of fiery destruction, roaring to life as they surged forward with the fury of a dragon\'s breath.

**The flames spread in an arc, growing taller and more violent with each passing second,** their color shifting from bright orange to deep, searing crimson. The heat was unbearable, distorting the air and turning the sky into a blazing inferno. The roar of the fire drowned out the screeches of the monsters, its sheer power obliterating the sound of their approach.

**Anderson\'s face remained impassive,** his gaze cold and unwavering as he watched the wave of fire tear through the sky. His outstretched hand did not tremble; his control over the flames was absolute. The fire moved as though it were alive, a sentient force bending to his will, and with a single, devastating sweep, it crashed into the swarm of creatures.

The result was immediate and catastrophic.

**The flames consumed the monsters instantly,** their twisted forms disintegrating upon contact, reduced to nothing but ash in mere moments. Their screeches turned into high-pitched wails, but even those sounds were swallowed by the roaring inferno. Winged creatures, once ferocious and terrifying, were now nothing more than smoldering embers falling from the sky, their bodies erased from existence.

**Anderson didn\'t blink as the flames engulfed the swarm,** his expression one of deadly focus. His fingers curled slightly as he directed the inferno, ensuring that not a single creature escaped its wrath. The sky, once filled with the hideous forms of monsters, was now a sea of red, the flames stretching out as far as the eye could see, devouring everything in their path.

In a matter of moments, it was over.

The swarm, the tear in space, the threat—they were gone. **The flames flickered for a moment longer before slowly fading,** their intensity diminishing as Anderson lowered his hand. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and burnt flesh, and the ground still radiated heat from the aftermath of the attack.

**Anderson\'s eyes remained cold,** his expression unchanging even as the silence settled around him. He didn\'t look at the destruction he had caused—there was no need. He knew the extent of his power, knew that nothing could survive what he had unleashed.

Behind him, **the Dragon King and the others watched in stunned silence,** their eyes wide as they struggled to process what they had just witnessed. The sheer force and precision of the technique left them speechless, a stark reminder of the strength Anderson wielded so effortlessly. Even the previous Dragon Kings exchanged glances, their once amused expressions now tinged with quiet respect.

**Cadmus\'s face remained stoic,** but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes as he watched his son. He knew Anderson was powerful—has always known—but seeing it firsthand, seeing the way he wiped out an entire swarm of creatures without so much as breaking a sweat, only reaffirmed what he had feared all along.

"And that\'s what I would do."