Chapter 1104 Jarek Escapes

• "Jarek, I'll ask you one last time—will you leave, or must I blast you out of the sky?" King Rosenthal hovered high above the broken battlefield. The glow of his outline kept his face in shadow, yet his eyes burned—two perfect lances of molten gold that bored straight into Jarek.
• Meanwhile, the spectral silhouette of a Colossal Golden Dragon coiled behind him, each of its five claws gleaming like sunrise steel. Far off, the nine dragon-veins of Daprein answered the call, their thunderous roars rolling across the land like surf against cliffs.
• Shock rippled through the gathering. Even the Category Six powerhouses scattered around the arena felt their skin crawl. Hadn't they seen this very tableau when the Human Emperor first revealed himself? Between heaven and earth—aside from that Emperor—who else could summon every last dragon-vein to heel? And what, in all realms, did a five-clawed dragon spirit signify?