CHAPTER 138 — THE ANCHOR WHO REMEMBERS
The darkness above did not return to stone.
It remained infinite.
A false sky stretched overhead, woven from drifting constellations that shimmered across the dragon's obsidian scales. Each subtle movement of its body shifted entire star fields.
Zehell stood rigid beside Long Hao.
Her spear remained raised.
But her mind—
Her mind was unraveling.
Shadow King.
Past cycles.
Broken worlds.
She had followed him through battles.
Through collapse.
Through dragons forged of iron.
But this—
This was different.
This wasn't escalation.
This was history rewriting itself.
The dragon's vast head hovered near them, violet eyes unblinking.
"You seek to understand," it said.
Its voice rolled through the cavern like distant thunder beneath the ocean.
"Then listen."
The slab behind Long Hao pulsed once.
Soft.
Measured.
The silver veins across its surface brightened faintly.
