The Almighty Dragon General

“What’s happening in the area where the eighty halls are? I can sense tremors coming from there.” “Something feels off.

Could it be that someone managed to seize Wuia Palace’s eighty halls in such a short period of time?” A huge palace floated in the air somewhere high above the eighty halls.

With bulging eyes, Quintinus and Amos watched what was happening below from the palace in the air.

Their jaws hung open.

Yefrenes did not say anything, but she was visibly shocked as well.

“It's James Caden! It must be him!” Quintus shouted frantically.

“ He’s the only person in all of the Haleth Realm who can do this!” Slap! Quintus was hurled onto the floor as Quintinus forcefully slapped him across the face.

“Shut up, you lowly scum! Do you think a mere being from the Haleth Realm can do something like this? This must be a sign that Waitara’s Soremsia is back!” Quintus covered his swollen cheek and kept silent, not daring to talk back.

“If it is Waitara’s Soremsia, things will be tricky for us,” Amos said, looking in Yefrenes’ direction.

gaze on the eighty halls, which had shifted in position and

of Waltraud Power emanated from the

felt gripped by a sense

truly wished that this was Waitara’s

they would have to brace themselves for a fierce, bloody

furrowed

to check what’s

access Waitara’s dojo, the

Mountains and Tapia Mountains behind us will serve as strategic locations whether we decide to attack or defend ourselves later on.” While Quintinus and Amos paused thoughtfully, Quintus scrambled to his feet,

purplish-gold lights radiated from the

simultaneously, sending a strong air current outward as they

as various energies that could tear through just about anything circulated in the area under the influence of the Waltraud

the Historial Palace, where the three Caeloros Gods and Quintus were, started

are about to crash