Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Six
The air pulsed with ancient power as Xar'Zenth, the Primordial Dragon of Space, Time, and Reality, lowered his immense head. His scales shimmered like galaxies, each movement warping the space around him with quiet authority.
Crow stood firm, eyes locked with the cosmic beast.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Xar'Zenth's titanic tail curled around Crow—gently, protectively, like a serpent guarding its heart.
A deep, echoing voice filled the air. It wasn't spoken with words, but with will, resonating across dimensions.
"This one is mine. My master. My chosen. The bearer of all that shall remain when time dies."
The world itself seemed to acknowledge it. Even Thalgrun—battle-hardened, divine-ranked dwarf—could only gape in reverence.
Crow simply nodded, placing a hand on the immense tail. "Then let the realms remember it."