"Pantheon, are you seeing this?" Asher asked, wanting to confirm he wasn't hallucinating.
(Yes, but it's not what you think.)
"What are you trying to say?" He raised an eyebrow, his eyes locked on Zagan.
The demon king stood at ten feet tall, clad in dark green armor resembling heavy plate.
With every movent, the plates of his armor shifted, producing a low, grinding sound like distant thunder rolling across the sky.
The segnted pieces along his arms and legs interlocked seamlessly, their layered design both regal and battle-worn.
However, it was the object on top of his head that completely drew Asher's attention.
A horn.
Though Zagan's horn commanded presence, Asher's were larger, more intricate—refined in a way that spoke of true superiority.
Still, there was no mistaking it—those horns belonged to a dragon, not any other beast.
When his gaze landed on the erald and silver scales running along the Demon King's neck, blending seamlessly into the skin, his suspicion was imdiately confird.
"Is he a half-dragon, like ?"
Pantheon took a few seconds to respond.
(He's a true dragon, not a half-dragon.)
Asher's eyes narrowed. "Isn't that more powerful than a half-dragon?"
If Zagan was a true dragon, his strength was on a whole other level. No wonder he was able to dominate the other Demon Kings.
(Not necessarily. You might be a half-dragon, but your bloodline cos from —an Ancient One. Compared to him, who is just a lesser one, even the cores you got from Eryx are of higher quality.)
'Lesser dragon, huh,' he muttered to himself.
Pantheon explained about the classifications before.
At the top were the Ancient Dragons, beings of imnse power that existed since the earliest ages.
They were the only dragons capable of withstanding travel between worlds, and every other dragon bloodline began with them.
Whenever they settled in a new world, they laid eggs, giving birth to the next generation.
Below them were the Legendary Dragons, also known as the second generation.
Born from the Ancient Dragons, they inherited imnse power and were revered as mythical beings.
Next ca the Greater Dragons, powerful in their own right but lacking the mythical status of their predecessors.
They were too far down the family tree, and their bloodline was already diluted.
Following them were the Lesser Dragons. They still retained the appearance of Greater Dragons, but their power and potential were limited, preventing them from reaching the heights of their stronger counterparts.
They were also only half the size of the dragons that ca before them, a clear sign of their dwindling lineage.
At the bottom were the Minor Dragons, the weakest among dragonkind.
Another term for them was Mutated Dragons because their blood was so diluted that external influences—other creatures, environnts, and even magic—could alter them.
This led to extre diversity among their kind, with many losing key dragon traits.
One example was the Salamander, which, despite still being classified as a dragon, lost the ability to fly. Minor Dragons were also closer to beasts than true intelligent beings.
Asher processed this information, his gaze lingering on Zagan.
"If that's true…"
"Then, does that an I'm stronger?"
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Asher's eyes widened slightly. He always knew his dragon form was powerful, but this... this put it into perspective.
However, bloodline was just one variable. In a fight, many factors ca into play—items, skills, abilities, strategy, and more.
Raw power alone didn't guarantee victory.
Julius was proof of that. Despite being far stronger, the Sorcerer King still fell because Asher outmaneuvered him.
In addition, as a Demon King who live a long life, it was safe to assu he had many trump cards and hidden abilities that could tilt the battle in his favor.
Asher continued to study his opponent, his mind racing to determine the best course of action in the worst-case scenarios.
anwhile, Zagan, completely unaware that he was being watched, continued toward his seat.
Each step sent a faint tremor through the ground, the weight of his armor making his movents feel heavier.
When he finally reached his designated seat near the head of the table, he lowered himself onto the massive chair, the reinforced fra creaking under his sheer size.
Though the room was filled with powerful beings, at that mont, he alone commanded the atmosphere.
He stared at Lucy, his green eyes flickering over her for a split second, scrutinizing her. Then, his voice cut through the tense silence.
"I've had enough of this. If you don't marry now, then forget about your family rely being stripped of their royal status—I'll destroy all of you right here."
His sudden declaration sent a chill through the Morningstars. Their faces paled as cold sweat ford on their brows. No one dared to speak, the weight of his words sinking in like a death sentence.
Lucian was the first to react.
"Zagan, there's no need for such drastic asures," he said, trying to maintain a calm front. "This is not the ti nor place for threats. We can discuss this matter rationally."
"Rational?" he scoffed, his deep voice filled with irritation. "I've been patient long enough. I've given her ti, given your family protection, and yet you still dare to test ?"
Lucian clenched his fists under the table, his mind racing. Zagan wasn't bluffing.
He looked at his daughter, but she looked unbothered.
"Lucy…" he trailed off, silently hoping she would say sothing to ease the tension.
But what ca out of her mouth next shattered that hope entirely.
"You won't get what you want," she said, her voice steady. "I already gave my virginity to another man. That's the reason I refused to marry you."
A deafening silence followed.
The Morningstars stiffened, their already pale faces turning ghostly white.
They had long known Lucy's secret and did everything to stall the inevitable, desperately searching for another way out.
In an attempt to appease him before, one of her sisters was also offered, but the Demon King refused—he wanted only her.
Now, she had thrown the truth into the open. There was no room for negotiation or deception. Her family couldn't help but resent her for putting them in this dangerous situation.
Because of her rebellious phase five years ago, their entire family would face total annihilation.
Zagan's eyes darkened, his body stiffening as a wave of anger rolled through him.
A revelation like this wasn't just an insult—it was a wound to his pride and na, deep and unforgivable.
The very thought of it made him disgusted, his urge to spill blood rising with every passing second.
For a mont, he didn't move, didn't speak.
Plates on the table began to rattle again, and the chandeliers swayed ever so slightly as if the castle itself feared what would co next.
Then, he let out a slow, deep breath. His fingers curled against the armrest of his chair, the tal groaning under his grip.
"Say that again," he growled, barely holding back his fury.
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