CHAPTER 137 — THE DRAGON THAT REMEMBERS
White. Blinding. Flash.
For a moment, there was no cavern. No stone. No breath. No sound. Just endless white devouring shadow.
Then—
It receded.
Not like light fading.
Like something withdrawing its gaze.
The cavern returned slowly in fragments. Stone pillars. Dust hanging motionless in the air. The slab still standing at the center, its carvings dimmed to faint silver veins.
Long Hao stood before it.
Hand lowered now.
Eyes no longer glowing.
But the air—
The air was different.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
Ancient.
Zehell pushed herself upright first, breath ragged. Her spear was already in her hand before she fully saw.
And then she did.
The cavern ceiling was gone.
Not collapsed.
Gone.
Replaced by darkness stretching upward infinitely.
A night sky.
No.
Not sky.
Scale.
The silhouette coiled above them filled the chamber and more. Stone pillars that once seemed immense now looked like pebbles beside it.
