**Chapter 640**
**Scene 1**
**Mind Prison – Subconscious Realm**
**Dagon POV**
Darkness. Endless, swirling darkness filled with the low rumble of ancient power.
I floated in the void of my own mind, the familiar presence of the Demon Dragon Emperor coiled around me like living smoke and fire. His massive draconic form manifested as a colossal shadow with burning red eyes and jagged obsidian scales.
"So… you are here again," the ancient entity rumbled, his voice echoing through the mental space like thunder in a cavern. "Feels intentional, doesn't it?"
I crossed my arms, hovering in front of the colossal dragon. "You seem rather angry. That wasn't the disturbance, was it?"
The Demon Dragon snarled, his massive jaws parting to reveal rows of crystalline fangs. "No. It has to do with the Jedi. What happened?"
I frowned, piecing together the fragmented memories. "It seems a hero has arrived. The Bow Hero. A pathetic and weak individual known for his sense of justice — or rather, his pride."
The dragon's laughter was a deep, mocking growl. "Pride and justice. Great. Just great. Any idea where they landed? We could go and kill them now."
"No," I replied, shaking my head. "It ties back to the world you call Geonosis. Several cries for help. I suspect something, but not yet. In the meantime, the mind prison is ready?"
The Demon Dragon Emperor's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "I just finished the last adjustments. It is ready."
"Great. What next?" I asked.
The dragon's form began to fade, his voice growing distant. "Wake up."
**Scene 2**
**Coruscant – Galactic City, Lower Districts – Decontamination Facility**
**Dagon POV**
Pain.
Everything hurt.
My body felt like it had been dragged through a star's corona and then dropped into a black hole. I groaned, forcing my eyes open. Concrete walls surrounded me, reinforced with heavy radiation shielding and multi-layered containment fields. Medical droids hovered around me, their sensors flashing urgently.
"Patient is awake. Begin full decontamination protocol," one droid announced in a mechanical voice.
I tried to sit up, but restraints held me in place. "Hey… can I get some water? I'm thirsty."
The droids scrambled in what looked like panic for machines. One extended a tube with purified water to my lips. I drank greedily, the cool liquid soothing my raw throat.
"Radiation levels still critical," another droid reported. "Continue treatment."
I lay back, staring at the sterile ceiling. The last thing I remembered was containing that final nuclear warhead, flinging the Force bubble into the upper atmosphere. The EMP had still hit hard. Now here I was — a living reactor, apparently.
**Scene 3**
**Coruscant – Galactic City, Lower Districts – Recovery Room**
**Dagon POV**
They finally released me from the decontamination chamber after several agonizing hours. I stood in front of a full-length mirror in the recovery room, staring at my reflection.
My hair was now completely white — spiky, shoulder-length bangs framing my face like frozen flames. No more facial scars. The old marks from battles long past had vanished, replaced by smooth, pale skin. But my eyes… they were something else entirely.
All black pupils except for the crimson Mangekyō Sharingan-like circles spinning slowly in the center. They glowed faintly with dark power. My teeth had sharpened into subtle vampire-like fangs. The Wrath Shield on my back hummed with new energy — I could feel it had unlocked several new modes, including a fusion mode that let me combine two at once.
"Whoa… I look like a demon now," I muttered, running a hand through my white hair. On the bright side, no more old scars. On the downside, I probably looked terrifying to anyone who wasn't already used to me.
I flexed my fingers, feeling the raw power still simmering beneath my skin. The radiation burns were mostly healed thanks to the droids and my own accelerated regeneration, but I still felt drained.
"Time to head back to the Temple," I said aloud. "Probably going to get yelled at by Grace first… and surprise, Riyo Chuchi is probably waiting too. Oh dear."
I activated my comm. "Grey Wolf, this is Dagon. I'm alive. Requesting pickup."
Grace's voice came back immediately, thick with relief and barely contained anger. "You idiot. We're on our way. Don't you dare move until we get there."
I chuckled weakly. The war wasn't over. The peace conference had been shattered. But I was still standing.
For now, that was enough.