First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System-Chapter 273: Echo’s Fury

The Darkness Dragon Emperor radiated a suffocating, pitch-black gloom, his enormous wings eclipsing entire galaxies.

The Titan Emperor stood solid and unwavering, his mountainous figure encased in celestial armor that crackled with primal force.

The Dark Phoenix Empress burned coldly, her flames absorbing rather than emitting light, symbolizing rebirth corrupted into eternal darkness.

Nearby, the Undead Emperor stood shrouded in a veil of restless souls, countless eyes filled with hollow anguish peering through the void.

The Goblin Emperor grinned maliciously, his cunning eyes glittering with malicious intelligence beneath a twisted crown forged of broken relics.

Several other shadowy figures lingered around them, their features obscured but their threat palpable.

Echo regarded these titanic beings without a hint of fear or surprise. His gaze remained serene, patient even, as though confronting troublesome yet unruly children rather than monstrous cosmic rulers.

"I had reservations back then," Echo spoke finally, his voice quiet yet resonant, effortlessly penetrating the chaotic din around them, "due to Orion. Lest your foolishness inadvertently harm him, I spared you all, granting you the chance to learn from your mistakes. But you... you really do not learn."

Uneasy silence followed, the titanic beings exchanging apprehensive glances, recognizing that they stood dangerously close to a precipice they couldn’t comprehend.

The Titan Emperor, emboldened by desperation or perhaps misplaced confidence, took a cautious step forward. His immense form moved with effort as he tried to justify their presence. "Throneless Emperor," he rumbled nervously, "it is not what you thin—"

Echo’s eyes flared sharply, cutting him off decisively. "So this is what remains of those who stood beside me... shadows of heroes, inheriting titles they died to protect, yet forgetting why they fought."

He stepped forward, the motion gentle yet infinitely powerful, golden threads igniting softly around him, flaring like dying suns. Each word resonated with ancient gravity, etched into the very bones of existence, impossible to ignore.

"You were raised in their absence, not their presence," Echo continued relentlessly, his silver hair now flickering wildly in the chaotic cosmic winds, his gaze burning with the intensity of primordial starlight.

"You read of war in records I wrote in blood. You wear crowns forged from the ash of sacrifices you never made."

The gathered Emperors visibly flinched, their massive forms recoiling subtly from his damning judgment, each word cutting deeper than any physical weapon.

Echo’s voice softened briefly, carrying deep sorrow and profound reminiscence, his tone haunted by memories none present could fathom. "But I remember."

The golden threads around him pulsed gently, their quiet resonance adding an eerie depth to his speech. "I remember their last war cries. Their shattered wings. Their fading light."

His voice fell to a whisper filled with quiet grief, yet carrying a bone-deep resolve. "And I remember the silence that followed—because I was one of the few left to bury them—but their remains weren’t even granted eternal rest due to the desperate situation of our Chiliocosm Structure back then."

A profound stillness enveloped the gathered beings, silence born not from absence but from overwhelming presence, each Emperor paralyzed by Echo’s raw emotional weight.

Slowly, deliberately, Echo raised his arms. The golden threads spiraled outward, twisting the fabric of space and time into breathtaking patterns.

His form darkened, becoming a vast silhouette etched with star-like motes blazing fiercely, igniting across his skin like newborn constellations.

In mere moments, Echo’s figure expanded immensely, dwarfing even the colossal forms of the assembled Emperors.

He towered as a living cosmos, his being filled with galaxies spinning slowly, stars dying and being reborn within the limitless depths of his own body.

His voice now thundered across the boundless void, calm yet unyieldingly authoritative, each syllable resounding with unparalleled dominance.

"So come," Echo beckoned coldly, daring any to challenge his sovereign might. "Let me remind you why the Void once whispered my name in fear."

His cosmic form radiated power older than time itself, ancient energies swirling violently yet elegantly around him. The Emperors stood transfixed, feeling genuine dread crawl up their spines for perhaps the first time in countless eons.

Echo’s final words echoed thunderously: "Let me show you... why, in the First Epoch, I was crowned the Primordial Emperor." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

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Back inside the tranquil confines of the Helstorm estate, time passed quietly yet relentlessly. Days blended seamlessly into weeks, weeks into months, each moment subtly changing the lives of those who called the mansion home.

Rina and Fiora had thrown themselves into rigorous training, a silent, shared determination driving their relentless efforts.

Each dawn found them already at the practice grounds, their breath misting gently in the cool morning air, bodies moving with precision and fierce determination beneath the gentle embrace of dawn’s first light.

Between intense training sessions, both women diligently cared for Orion’s motionless draconic form, gently cleaning his scales, maintaining the surrounding mana formations, and whispering quiet words of encouragement, hoping their voices reached him even in his deep unconsciousness.

Rina, especially, found herself training even more intensely due to feeling inferior compared to Fiora who was a Draconian.

She no longer hesitated during combat practice; her strikes carried newfound certainty and strength, shaped by months of rigorous effort and a heart fiercely dedicated to protecting Orion and everyone dear to her.

Yet, amidst her steady growth, Rina could never fully suppress the nagging worry deep within her heart, as if something was dormant within her that would burst out.

She often found herself quietly pondering about it late at night, the uncertainty lingering persistently at the edges of her thoughts.

Fiora similarly sharpened herself, her movements gaining greater fluidity, agility, and precision.

While her memories of the fateful forest battle remained frustratingly hazy, the vague recollection of danger and her fierce determination to protect Orion strengthened her resolve to become even stronger.

Together, the two women became pillars of silent strength and perseverance, drawing inspiration from Orion’s unwavering dedication.

Meanwhile, within her small yet comfortable room, Seraph redoubled her painstaking efforts to regain her lost voice.

Every day, from dawn until dusk, she carefully traced letters upon parchment, softly murmuring each syllable with painstaking precision. Her emerald-green eyes burned with newfound determination, no longer clouded by resignation or despair.

Though progress remained slow and arduous, Seraph refused to yield to frustration. Each successful syllable spoken filled her fragile heart with renewed courage.

She often paused, gently gazing toward Orion’s room, silently promising herself she’d greet him clearly once he awakened.

Elsewhere within the sprawling estate, Eldric found himself deeply entrenched in an intricate, shadowy conflict.

The emergence of the Insanity Creed and increasingly alarming demon activities across the kingdom demanded his constant vigilance.

His presence within the mansion grew scarce, the hours and days consumed entirely by clandestine meetings, rigorous investigations, and occasional ruthless confrontations.

Though Eldric’s absence left the mansion feeling somewhat emptier, his resolve to safeguard Orion and everyone within the estate remained unwavering. He methodically hunted down any trace of conspiracy, ensuring no threat could reach their doorstep again.

Simultaneously, Selene’s presence within the mansion dwindled significantly as well. Her brilliant mind tirelessly searched across distant cities and obscure libraries, seeking rare herbs or potent alchemical potions capable of aiding Orion’s challenging evolution.

She journeyed far, sometimes venturing deep into dangerous territories and hidden markets, determinedly leaving no stone unturned.

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