The Divine Elements

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Meanwhile, Avi excitedly pranced around in the audience while letting out cheerful yips when she saw Calron regain consciousness and stand back on his feet.

When she previously saw her guardian fall down and tortured by the ugly monster, Avi recalled the painful memories of her mother and howled out in a sorrowful cry.

Rapidly wagging her small tail, the little wolf pup jumped up and down in an attempt to cheer on Calron.

The fox at her side blankly gazed at the massive golden bird. It had been sure that the rude beast would be defeated within seconds, but the aura that Calron currently emitted was enough to cause even its soul to waver.

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—In the Throne Room—

“What in the heavens was that!?”

Weir bellowed across the room, as he tightly gripped the throne’s armrest.

A misty screen floated in front of him, displaying the current events occurring inside the Arena.

After commanding his men to fix Calron’s match with a Silver ranked opponent, Weir had been closely following the battle to observe Calron’s fighting prowess. Initially, he was disappointed when he saw the golden bird being so easily defeated, making him wonder whether or not he was mistaken about the beast.

However, the moment when he saw Calron’s body suddenly enlarge and the golden scales melt on the bird’s body, Weir realized that things were starting to take a turn.

A beast that can alter his size before reaching the Saint stage…

Weir pondered within his mind, as he gave a quick glance to a smiling Laris next to him.

“I know that you don’t want to force him to fight for us, but look at him! He’s making a fifth rank Vajra expert tremble in fear. Weir… we need him.”

Laris stated while turning to face the silver-scaled beast seated on the throne.

“He is just one beast. It will not make a difference in the coming war.”

Weir responded, but his eyes remained fixed on the misty screen.

“Do you truly believe that?”

Laris asked softly.

“No…”

Weir let out a sigh, as he stood up from the throne and began walking to the large balcony on the side of the room.

“Where are you going?”

Laris curiously inquired with a frown on her face.

“To greet him.”

Weir smiled, as his body suddenly morphed and grew into a colossal silver dragon.

A savage roar echoed within the palace, as the twenty-five-foot beast flapped its enormous wings and flew into the sky.

Immediately after Weir left, Laris hurriedly yelled into a crystal and sprinted out of the throne room.

Hearing the mighty roar within the palace, the servants all stopped what they were doing and rushed out into the open. Glancing at the massive shadow gliding through the sky, the beasts below felt their chests swell with pride when they saw the splendor of their ruler.

“The Dragon King…”

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