The Almighty Dragon General

Lyla wept inconsolably in James’ arms, releasing all the pent-up emotions she had been holding inside. Every tear carried with it a mixture of grievances, sadness, longing, pain, helplessness, and even a hint of excitement.

This once formidable law enforcer who had commanded respect and fear, now resembled a vulnerable little girl, her tears flowing uncontrollably like raindrops.

If there was anything capable of breaking Lyla’s cold front, it was James.

After what felt like an eternity, Lyla’s sobs began to subside, eventually fading into silence. James looked down to see her wide, tear-filled eyes staring up at him, her grip on his arm tight as if afraid he would vanish into thin air.

Gradually, she fell into a deep slumber in James’ arms.

not help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of her affection. Her persistence touched him

her closed eyes and allowed her to rest peacefully, her breathing

battlefield, James watched as his children fought valiantly against the relentless onslaught of the remnant souls. Despite the overwhelming odds, they displayed

but reflect on the trials he had faced. While he had achieved great fortunes and great proficiency in the Marciais Combat Form, he felt slightly incomplete. He felt guilty toward his children, his wife, and

lead his companions to forge a brighter, more

gained control over the battle in the outer battlefield’s fifth level, he promptly carried Lyla to

Tower into the air, and a powerful fust of wind accompanied by a resounding hum emerged, causing tremors

Spiritual Tools hidden within the Forladtt Land were immediately drawn together by the sweeping