The Almighty Dragon General

In that instant, an electrifying surge coursed through the mysterious space where Rebella stood.

Suddenly, a goddess materialized amid a burst of purple-gold light. She wore a snow-white robe and a matching veil that concealed her face, yet the aura of purple and gold that enveloped her, combined with her graceful demeanor, rendered her divine and mesmerizing.

"Chancellor?" Rebella, paralyzed by shock, rose from the void.

"I, Xezal Dalibo, pay my respects to Emperor Caden!" The enigmatic goddess knelt in the void, her white robes billowing, showing profound reverence.

With a swift crack, a divine whip materialized from the void, lashing Xezal and sending her sprawling. Rebella gasped, covering her mouth as a grotesque wound marred Xezal's back.

Xezal slowly rose but was promptly struck down again by the relentless whip. Another harsh crack echoed as a fresh crimson wound appeared on her body.

Rebella cried out, panic

lend aid, the divine whip continued

repeatedly attempted to push through

master would never harm

on deaf ears. The merciless whip struck Xezal three thousand times before finally halting. Xezal lay sprawling in the void, her body an unrecognizable mess, seemingly

Xezal. "Chancellor, wake up! You can't die. If we

slowly opened her eyes, looking

the shadows. The Jademora Empire has never harbored cowards, and we'll never bow to any tyrant. Even in defeat,

spoke, a longsword glowing with a purple light appeared in her hand. Just as she prepared to fight desperately, the frail Xezal grasped her hand. "This is my doing.