Chapter Two Hundred and Five – "Call of the Dragon"
With a deep breath, Crow raised his hand, summoning a surge of mana through the core of his being. The sky above twisted, the air trembling under the weight of ancient power.
A dimensional rift tore open—lightless and immense.
From the void, Primordial Dragon Xar'Zenth emerged, its wings eclipsing the heavens, its form coiling like time itself. The moment it landed, the ground shook, time slowed, and reality bent.
Crow looked up.
"Xar'Zenth… I need your help."
The dragon's eyes—galaxies of space, time, and reality—narrowed with focus. It spoke not with words, but through presence.
Power surged in the air.
The world would bend for its master.