Two days later, the faction Darius had been waiting for finally arrived.
The main gate of the Draconia Clan opened slowly. Guards stepped aside as a tall man walked forward with steady steps.
Behind him followed a massive bird.
Its wings were folded, but black flas burned quietly across its feathers without spreading.
The assistant who had delivered the ssage stood near the entrance hall and gave a stiff bow.
"Patriarch has been expecting you."
The man smiled casually. "Good. Show the way."
His tone was relaxed, almost friendly.
The giant bird let out a low cry. Dark fire flickered briefly across its body before settling again.
Several Draconia guards tightened their grip on their weapons but did not move.
Soon, they reached Darius’s private hall.
The doors opened.
Darius stood at the center of the room, hands behind his back.
His gaze landed on the man imdiately. His eyes then shifted to the burning bird.
He frowned slightly.
"You," he said flatly. "Are you from that group?"
The man stepped forward confidently.
"Allow to introduce myself," he said with a small bow. "I am Pelion, Chira General of the Black Chiras."
The black-flad bird shifted beside him, its eyes glowing faintly.
Darius’s expression darkened.
"I have given your faction many dragons," he said coldly.
His voice sharpened slightly. "Not only have you made wait for a year... but why is the Chira Lord not here?"
Pelion smiled wider, though his eyes did not soften.
"Please, Lord Darius," he said calmly. "The Chira Lord does not have ti for every partner."
The word "partner" hung in the air.
Pelion continued casually, "Rember, it is because of the dragons that you were able to establish connections with us."
Darius’s brows lowered. "What do you an by that?"
A faint red dragon aura began to rise from his body. The temperature in the hall increased instantly.
The stone floor under his feet cracked slightly as he activated [Dragon Sovereign Aura].
Guards outside the hall felt the pressure and stepped back instinctively.
Pelion did not move; instead, he smiled.
Then his body emitted a dark, heavy aura. Corrupted mana swirled around him as the black-flad bird spread its wings slightly.
A pulse of power exploded outward.
The mont their auras clashed, the hall trembled.
Darius’s eyes narrowed sharply. "How can this be?"
The pressure from Pelion did not retreat.
"How are you this strong?"
Pelion tilted his head slightly, still smiling. "Because you know nothing about us, Lord Darius."
Behind him, the bird let out a sharp cry as black flas flared higher.
Pelion’s voice lowered slightly. "And if you think I am impressive..."
He stepped forward half a step. "Then you truly do not understand the Chira Lord."
His eyes sharpened. "He is far stronger than ."
The black flas around his bird flared slightly, then cald.
Pelion tilted his head. "Now... shall we continue? Why did you call here, Lord Darius?"
The dragon aura in the hall slowly faded as Darius pulled his power back. He did not like what he had just felt.
Just how far had his clan fallen... that even a Chira General could stand evenly against him?
He kept his expression steady. "I did not summon you here to compare strength."
Pelion smiled faintly. "Good. That would be a waste of ti."
Darius’s eyes hardened. "Then listen carefully."
He walked back toward the center of the hall, hands behind his back again. "I want you to do one thing for ."
Pelion folded his arms casually. "And that is?"
Darius looked straight at him. "Destroy God Gym."
The mont the words left his mouth, the atmosphere changed.
Pelion’s smile disappeared.
His brows furrowed.
Darius noticed it imdiately.
"You’re surprised?" Darius asked coldly.
Pelion did not answer right away. He glanced briefly at his black-flad bird, then back at Darius.
"Lord Darius," he said slowly, "about that... it will be difficult."
Darius’s eyes narrowed.
"Difficult?"
"Yes."
Pelion stepped slightly to the side, his boots scraping lightly against the stone floor. "God Gym is not as simple as you think."
Darius’s jaw tightened.
Pelion continued calmly, "Even their core disciples... possess strength comparable to Chira Commanders."
Darius frowned. "Explain."
"Chira Commanders are all at Domain Realm," Pelion said plainly. "Every single one."
He pointed lightly to himself. "And their core disciples, even those who barely use traditional mana, can match that level in pure combat strength."
Darius’s fingers twitched slightly. "That is impossible."
Pelion shook his head. "It is not."
He looked directly into Darius’s eyes. "If you are asking us to destroy God Gym outright... we cannot."
Darius’s voice rose slightly. "I have given you many dragons."
His hand slamd lightly against the table, cracks forming again. "Why can’t you do it?"
Pelion did not flinch.
"I will say it one more ti," he replied evenly. "They are not simple."
The black flas around his bird flickered again.
"Fighting them head-on would not be a clean operation. It would be very costly."
Darius clenched his jaw. "Then what use are you?"
Pelion’s expression sharpened slightly. "We are not your soldiers."
The hall fell silent.
Pelion took a step closer. "And why are you so fixated on them?"
His voice lost its casual tone. It beca more direct.
"As far as I know, God Gym does not have bad blood with you. They have not attacked you or provoked you publicly."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "So what exactly is your problem with them?"
The hall went quiet.
Darius did not answer imdiately.
His jaw tightened.
For a brief second, sothing passed through his eyes, which was anger, pride, or sothing deeper.
"Their direct disciple," Darius said slowly, "is Dahlia Draconia."
Pelion blinked once.
As a Grand Faction, the Black Chiras kept records on other major powers.
And Draconia’s internal scandal had once been loud enough to spread across the upper circles.
The death of a genius mother thanks to an internal power struggle and the genius who disappeared.
Pelion let out a slow breath. "I see."
He looked around the hall once more before returning his gaze to Darius. "No wonder."
Darius’s expression darkened.
"This is not a personal matter," he said firmly.
Pelion’s lips curved slightly. "Of course."
But his tone clearly suggested otherwise.
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